They found the bear
in an alley thin as a shinbone
stretched on cement
his inner belly clinging by a thin cord.
He had knotted off the esophagus,
knotted the colon closed:
bound his own belly.
They found the bear
by the spoiling smell,
his meat turning
like rocks in a gizzard.
What lengths to go
to keep
that
the churning of meat in the belly
is language
what he had done
to keep his words a secret.
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