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Carrion

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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