Friday, September 23

Last Meal




You ignored the fried okra dipped in ketchup,
And chicken fried steak with gravy;
Thinking only of the hunger to come

You didn’t touch the triple bacon cheeseburger;
Steak Fajitas;
Saucy Barbeque or white bread;
Remembering the tang of blood as his body dragged behind your pick-up truck

You couldn’t stomach
The rootbeer;
Old fashioned vanilla ice cream or
Peanutbutter fudge,
Mocked by fleeting sweetness

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