upon the
backward benches
sit a flock of
hungry hawks
awaiting death upon the field
the
victims
are
unreal

then swooping down to
break the backs
of dull humanity
the pride of hunger’s satisfied-
the
blood
and bones
and flesh

until disgustingly vomit
the guts of that they
ate and
roll their death black feathers in
the
silent
flesh
of prey

COPYRIGHT 2000 by Michael Bonanno
LOC Reg. #TXu 934-647

Reproduction of “the meal”
or any part therein without
the express written consent
of Michael Bonanno, is
prohibited, with the
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circumstances.

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                                                                                                                                (and some other assorted foolish verses)