Schiavo Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

The stink of her rotting body
attracts carrion eaters
from near and far.
Not waiting
till she breathes
her last
they plunge
their beaks
deep.

They call it
exciting the base.

Governors and buzzards
Senators and jackals
Congressmen and hyenas
stare hungrily
circle relentlessly
yip furiously
over disputed morsels:
a bloody rib, a length of bowel,
a ribbon of tripes.

They're fighting to her death
for her right to life.

Then a thunderous roar
and all scatter
before
the King of Beasts
come all the way
from Crawford
to feast.

Best step aside.
He's coming through.
Lions
can be
carrion eaters
too.