And this is a one aptly enough.
This one is titled to "One Man Down,"
but it was just written--
it was written a few months after the other one.
All right, plane.
[SOUND OF PLANE OVERHEAD] This one
is different from the others and yet it has something,
I guess, that I like.
"One Man Down."
"Your brother brings you home from hunting,
slung over your horse, dead, with a wild boar tied down
beside you.
I asked no questions.
He throws a boar at my feet, hands me
the sweet red licorice he promised.
I eat it then turn, drop the shawl from my shoulders.
I don't wear a blouse.
His hands slipped between my arms and cover my breasts.
He whispers of a dress in town.
I could sew one like it myself.
I turn around unbuttoning my skirt.
I sit on the ground waiting, staring at my painted toenails
while he loosens his belt. He smiles, swings it
across my face.
I moan.
He pushes me back.
I keep my eyes open.
The hound's paws bloody the tiles lining the flower bed.
The bitch walks behind him, licking his tracks.
I scratch the flesh above me.
The odor of fresh meat digs a finger in each of my nostrils.
The horse rears, your body slides
from the black saddle like a bedroll of fine velvet,
I laugh, close my eyes, and relax."