They used the jaws of life
︎︎︎ Wes William Heron
︎ Oct 9, 2025
The men fight in the grass, from the car I hear the desperate mammals breathe, that ancient song, cussing sour mouthed and tearing at the long bone of the back, taste iron and oil, raise a hand in the dark, your waist my bandits pistol grip, swap hair and skin, they bled in the street with the dawn, they spoiled their supper
Wes William Heron is a writer living in the Driftless Region. He was once visited by the FBI while taking his grandma to church.