The Soul Likes To Roll In Unspeakable Things Poem by Mike Finley

The Soul Likes To Roll In Unspeakable Things

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the holier it is the more drawn
it is to deer crap and tuna fish

oh dress me in perfume
like the bride at a funeral

because sometimes a soul
needs to dive deep down

to the muck and crepuscence
put the anus on all of us

and the supercomputer
investigates the turd

to the maw and the paw
extend every dignity

but the flesh of the dead
is the meat of this world

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Mike Finley

Mike Finley

Flint, Michigan
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