I take the brains the tongue and the cheeks,
one said, but I throw away the heart.
We were stunned into silence, went over the rest
of the body, keeping our thoughts to
ourselves. Climbed up the mountain next morning
to look for food, found inedible.
Then we slaughtered innocence.
We left brains tongue and cheeks
intact, took the heart.
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