Pig Flesh Poem by Jack Turner
Pig Flesh
The smell, embedded in my flesh
Attacks my stomach
the stench of death burned into my hands
Plague blisters swelling
An eye for an eye, a pound of flesh
stuck in my head like a song
I sear and burn and cook
like you
and suck my seeping fingers well
I can live, forget the pain, forget the taste
I can't forget the smell
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