Plagiarism

Peel back the skin
To expose freshly cooked meat.
Take your knife to the flesh,
Press it in,
Make an incision,
Slicing the muscle open
And chopping it to bits.
Pick up your fork
And gently slam it through the thin dermis,
Poking holes in the slowly rotting carcass.
Watch the oils ooze out
From underneath,
And watch the salt crystals
Dissolve in the fatty acids.
Pull the meat up
Above your plate
And let it drip grease—
One last corpse's sweat—
And let it hang in the luke-warm,
Living room air.
It cools—steam still lifting
From the dangling, truncated chunk.
Then you'll toss it in your mouth
To chew it up and spit it out.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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