Sunday, July 02, 2006

Capable [if this world were mine]

I have gorged myself on meat.
Now, it’s merciless. This tyranny,
this snuffed appetite.
Inside, what remains is suspicious.
All tatters,
Tongues bleating, boasting conquests,
bursting at the arrogant seams.
What, then?
How the backbones arch!
Majestic and hordes of it—
Tu chorizote, tu chorizote!
Soy capaz!

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