The Eel

by Kay Billie Oakes

Eat the Eel
And so any
Of the lords

The mouth of a Seer fell, her eyes like milk

The airs scald
The spice burned
And was in our clothes
Sayin the starved field
Children then
Ate the Eel

Like song
In the smoke
Of plumwood

Kay Billie Oakes is a writer and educator in South Texas who just can’t stop thinking about sleep and coyotes. His writing is currently or forthcoming in Strange Horizons, Not Deer Magazine, Brazos River Review, Scalawag Magazine and Menacing Hedge.