A Nourishing Subject
No nourishment drawn from consuming
wolves and lions
It's the harmless tame creatures who grace
the environs
Nature produced them for their beauty and
grace
But now on dinner tables they have a secured
a place
Once drawing breath they have become
putrefying flesh
And fluid seeps forth staining zephyrs with
osmi of death
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2016
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