Pig Flesh

The smell, embedded in my flesh
Attacks my stomach
the stench of death burned into my hands

Plague blisters swelling
An eye for an eye, a pound of flesh
stuck in my head like a song

I sear and burn and cook
like you
and suck my seeping fingers well

I can live, forget the pain, forget the taste

I can't forget the smell

by Jack Turner

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