My last few poems have been light-hearted attempts at humour. That's about to change. This poem is graphically violent, but not gratuitously so -- there is a point to it. I hope you can persevere to the end. To those who do, thanks for reading.

This is an acrostic, in iambic hexameter.

Today's word: trucidation (n.) an especially cruel killing or murder.

My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.

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