“Hung there in the thermalwhiteout of noon, dark ashon the chimney’s updraft, turningslowly like a thumb pressed downon target; indolent V’s; flies, until they drop. Then they’re hyenas, raucousaround the kill, flapping their blackumbrellas, the feathered red-eyed widowswhose pot bodies violate mourning,the snigger at funerals,the burp at the wake. They cluster, like beetleslaying their eggs … Continue reading Totems