Nobler than noble, holier than holy
Are the fungi that kill not any
That is alive, for their food
But only live on those dead.
A scavenger, a redeemer,
And a plant food converter.
No man, no god man can equal them
No saint, no sons of God
Lived without a kill of foe or prey.
Who is the holiest?
24.07.2000, Paralakhemundi
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