Even the hyenas are not so ruthless. The three perpetrators are powered by the prospect of prosperity through human sacrifice. One of them is a poet! Haikus in his mind are like roses decorating a slaughterhouse. A lady vendor has been trapped in the snare of their monetary promise. They mute their prey with a rag. Her legs and arms are fastened. A machete wounds her vagina: they collect blood in a pan. Her breasts are scooped out. This sorcery is a monster with sadistic stripes. The female flesh is kept in the freezer: for the human kebab? The dark, cannibalistic thoughts thrive in their psychic wilderness. As her agony stays in the air, how can we walk forward? Previously published in Verbal Art