We are the animal.
We are all hands:
clutching the air
(interval as substance),
PANIC drains our selves
and collective existance
flows and molds us.We are the animal.
The animal speaks
in monosylables
INCOHERENTWe are the animal.
and I am the animal
(the animal rushes forth)
dragging inevitably
its victim the animal
is all eyes: the victim
screams in fear the animal
sees that we are all the
animal the animal sees in
the dark
torches are the animal's
eyes see the victim
in terror the rope
is clutched
in the air we are all hands.
The animal is we as I.We are the animal.
The victim is lynched.
The animal looks at the victim.We all knew that the victim
was the animal.