Thank You For Your Meat

Yesterday when I killed her she looked into my eyes. You go before me, I said as I drove the spear between her ribs into her heart. I think you forgive me, is what I said. She folded her legs and met the ground. We skinned her and left her head and some entrails for the wolves, but I saved her tongue. I will cure her dappled skin, soft as a woman's hair for that agile girl. I will give the gall to old shaman. Thank you for your meat, swift woman, your soul now running freely with the herd. Tonight in sleep when I have gone to the other world I will use your eyes to see me.