Saturday, November 28, 2009

Gobblers

We breed our beasts
with ample flesh
so all our feasts
expand our waste
as meat that fresh
insists we taste;

each unctuous bite
we choose to take
dispels delight
when shrinkage cuts
away the ache
of missing guts.

2 comments:

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  2. Hi SP, will do, thanks for stopping by and your kind words.

    Bob

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