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Feather by feather he undresses her:
her body pinned to the middle
of the road, her death already come.
He tugs at her eyes, her liver and heart,
jabs at the wet of her inside.
Flies the scene at each approaching car,
then returns to his lover like a dog
to its bowl – like a starving man
to a feast the world keeps passing by.
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