It’s Mainly Because of the Meat (a day at the hospital) Defying fate The numbered pieces of meat are kept tender by the singing of the dart laden Nightingales They lie glistening Some in cellophane wrap Fresh and clean For the greedy fate regulators and their machines White clad techno princes Who sound the chargeContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): “It’s Mainly Because of the Meat””
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