Smell the gravy

Regardless of the bird

or beast, of which has

 

been butchered, bled out,

sliced open, and guts out.

I see the gravy; thick and

smooth, brown and good.

Savoring the meat’s softness

as it melts in your mouth,

the lust carryovers of the past,

in greedy ravaging on slow haste.

 

12/24/13

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