Comments about Edward Calais
Learning To Kill
I stood on the battlefield
Naked at five or six, goading,
Aiming, hurling up mighty sticks.
And then counting thuds
Of the fallen.
It was as if
I had not taken food before or since.
I stripped skin with my teeth
And gnawed muscle, a vampire,
Let the wet spurt out up my nose, my grinning bite,
My pinch-eyed delight
And my mouth dripping with sinew and flavour,
Gorging, clamping, spinning, kissing,
Like a mother’s sweet tit sucked, or a lover’s.
My hands ran blood to elbows,
Chest sticky smeared, spattered again,
My tongue licking ...