To slow an animal you break its foot with a stone so two run wounded reel in the bush, flap bodies at each other till free of forest it gallops broken in the sand, then use a bow and pin the tongue back down its throat.
With wind the rain wheels like a circus hoof, aims at my eyes, rakes up the smell of animals of stone moss, cleans me. Branches fall like nightmares in the dark till sun breaks up and spreads wound fire at my feet
