The Nature Of Flesh - Poem by Saiom Shriver
In the open air Philadelphia market
with the animal carcasses hanging from
hooks, the flies gather to eat and to
lay their eggs on the mammals' dead bodies.
Soon their baby maggots will appear. Nearby
at the fast food chain outlet, flesh sandwich
wrappers too attract bugs and worms.
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