Poem By Foster Davis
Handy planks of crimson fiber,
Split and torn, a rending of essence.
All form mauled in a mire of viscous disinteregation.
The darkening pungent flows,
Gushing, enveloping the shredded fabric.
A maddening, exhilarating flux
Of liquifying fodder stealing sensitivity
As elements attract, repel, bond...burn.
And eventually, an emulsion
To enliven the enchanted eater
Of Arizonas' Gold Beef Jerky.