To The Scavengers Poem by Yoosaph Aayala
To The Scavengers
Gently stamp on the cadaver
Wake him not
Let your claws be
A caress wild less
But soft and sweet
Dab his sins
Warp not your coarse
Hold on his skin
Move your hands
Like a lover
Hugging with longing
In the mellowed facades
Of her belly
Whisper in his ears
A holy hymn
Driving virtues
To the heaven
Leave him not half bare
Swig him not
Care him
Until writhing pain
Subdues and
Style him meek
To your hunger.
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