Known for one, behind which are many more,
a Land well carved into
geographic abundance and anthropologic history.
A land of majestic fjords and of the midnight sun.
A land possessed by the people of colourful clothings
and known for rearing reindeers.
A land of the troll
both that of the scandanavian folklore
and the largest object ever moved by man.
A land of the “tran” against rickets
and one also full of romance to the brown cheese.
A land greeted with a great history of raiders
but having a landscaped virtually void of castles.
Now a modern terrain
and an advanced pasture of the Scandinavia,
glorified by its topmost position
in the eventful tussles of the winter.
meat market
and i'm standing like a
flank steak
everyone has preference to their
cuts
i'm tough
until thoroughly marinated
with
gaelic garlic
scandanavian scallions
nice broth
and throw
some potatoes at my head
until i speak as
a human
stewing on a fire
and never limping
through the life process
of food for thought
or horse steaks bought
for too many dollars
the meat market
needs new flesh
for the old to
chew on their fresh
souls of ginger
to refresh their breath
smiling while defiling
the unaware
because meat lockers are kept
at 28 degrees
with swinging flesh in a U-haul
going to places anew
transportation of regurgitation
to the new ridiculous
meatwagon
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