Aurochs to Zorra

Yoicks!

Yoicks!


Call off the hounds
that rip and tear
the flesh and fur off coat.

Instead come hither.
Put your hands to neck
and squeeze my breath.

Call off the hounds.
They know your voice,
obey your thirst for blood.

Come drink my blood
‘Tis what you crave:
dripping, salty, red.

Still then your lust.
Don’t yell out, “Yoicks!”
Call off your hounds tonight.


© Kåre Enga

yoicks: used as a cry in fox hunts to encourage the
hounds