Tretchery Poem by James McLain

The woman leaving the village with out milk
and returns and states it is hard.
Seeing me at first they finished intensity of those.

By being able to point to you how full I am she answered.
My Uzi, it can kill those whom do not have fear of it.

Removing her pants, her wants became his will
in her, that it is placed with the Uzi possibility is made.
They wrote off her body with her month of birth
stuffed and the vagina.
Because of the Uzi
her body it deeply contracted.
Spasmodic which she said it was written, foretold,
eating my earth laid out made of internal organs,
finishing, now eating my liver,
and finishing that hung in my lung,
and finishing, now eating my center…But the moon.

Where you have where in it is finished” Then she cried.
You went away from the method of the Uzi.
Her body jerking
and coming and having
and jerking at what the others don't have.