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.
Tongues bleating, boasting conquests,
bursting at the arrogant seams.
How the backbones arch!
Majestic and hordes of it—
Tu chorizote, tu chorizote!