Blood Prophet
Neil de la Flor and Maureen Seaton

She once carried her first born across the river to speak to elephants.
She admired their ears and ability to remember songs.

“I am mysterious red,” she said, but the elephant only spoke Latin.

She lifted her boy to the beast. “The beast is dead,” she said, shaking the beast unnecessarily.

She began to draw ∇s into the beast. Her son scribbled queer in the sand.

No one ate.

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