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Goat Unaware

Didn’t know a goat had to die To make grandma’s dish so delicious. Fileted meat Marinated in herb and spice: Onion, garlic, black pepper, clove and thyme Pan griddled, embracing black char Simmer in oil Sizzling, a snake’s hiss Aroma drew nose near, from afar A dinner’s delight A black fur billy goat Eyes starring widely Chewed green, so unaware Doomed for demise To adorn dinner plates Prey to the hunter’s ritual Age old, as time Sharp blade placed to throat Its red soaked the earth Free -verse 03/07/15 by Marckincia Jean

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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