Iambic Pentagrameter
we gather up the sacrificial goats
twisting heads to face the sky above
we snick our razors quick across their throats
wringing necks to squeeze out all the blood
naked in the mud and incense smoke
Update 5.3.15: Jen Barnes of Raw Dog Screaming Press has posted a video of my reading of this visual poem at the Frostburg Center for Creative Writing over on facebook.