The huge ranch cow
Is dead on a platter
Of palm fronds
Its blood stains
Splashes in the fronds
And ugly vultures
Hover over the sky
Waiting for butchers
To wash their hands
Clean their knives
And leave the scene.
We waited with our
Wheated appetite
Flies giant like the carcass
Besiege the ground in
A funeral of festivity
We waited and wailed
For the demise of our friend
Whose corpse we will
Bury in our own stomachs.
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