I'm going to kick you, savagely, savagely,
in the head, in the eyes, cutting open the eyebrow, the lips.
Only where it shows.
Because you have to learn something from this:
it is your soul that is ugly--it is not what you do,
it is who you are. You are wrong, turned wrong, and your face
must show it.
And so I am the butcher,
turning you inside out,
shearing the hide from the meat.
In the face,
the eyes are the windows,
the mouth is the door,
the hair, the thatch
that goes burning.