Kate Rice ✍ with a poem.
Of Meat And Men
War Makes Meat Of A Man
the white marbled slab of wealth
whole and without cut
in its red brick abode
♞♜♝
you are no such prime slice
bloody and tender and quick to rot
diced and piled high
on No Man’s Table
♞♜♝
meal of cheap cuts
shoulder and shank
broiled and stewed soft
to feed the few
♞♜♝
you are easy to buy
and easy to carve
butcher shop gristle
cut the baby fat off you.
⏩Kate Rice is a peace baby.
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