Alacrán — Scorpion — Cut

My brother has a knife in his hand.

He has decided to stab my father.

This could be a story from the Bible,

if it wasn’t already a story about stars.

I weep alacranes — the scorpions clatter

to the floor like yellow metallic scissors.

They land upside down on their backs and eyes,

but writhe and flip to their segmented bellies.