Once hyenas roamed Wales
Big ones too—half again as big as those runts in the Rift. Canines big as your thumb. They cracked bones, swallowed them whole and puked them up after their guts stripped the marrow. I held a tiny human molar polished by a stomach, like a river pebble. No idea what chased them south in the end. Doubt it was us. Maybe the nearing sun drove them mad. Maybe the lions went to war. You can find them in caves and rivers, their bones. The earth devoured them and now’s spitting them out into our tamed hands.
bellies float. chew on
veins glitter. nerves crawl
like a kicked ant nest.
the mirror takes its share.
into shade like slow-scatter
from a wasting candle.
no vengeance here. it’s all
Eike Jacob is a PhD student and part-time waitress in Belfast, Northern Ireland. She grew up in the midwest US. Her work has appeared in Isis, Fresh!, and The Dunes Review. She lurks online as @EikeJacob and offline on running trails.
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