When fragile blades
split our fingers wide
sliced the skin of our shattered chests
in two, left us
pale and
eviscerated
the sun crawled in and baked us
dry
the scavengers came-
gave life into our
bones and hearts and
entrails
feasted long and slow
on ropy veins.

And who we were bled out
when vultures raged, insane and
fought each other
to the death
spilled life onto the ground
and there we grew.