NaPoWrimo Day 20

 

Meat

 

Eat me bloody because, iron.

You don't have the stones to kill in person.

 

Your hands are lilies.

I am here to let you know

 

I liked the rough of grass and the air in summer.

I am known in cuts, and cuts make me less-

sirloin, rump and chuck.

 

The dark red of wine.

But, use your sharp teeth.

 

When I was a cow, I never knew this-

now I do-religion.

Imagine me as transubstantiation.

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