Free To Wander Poem by Dorsey Baker

Free To Wander



Salted down
old red raw meat
waiting for
flies to come
it hangs
naked to the yes
floating blood
mostly a mess
deep and defiant
to the air
your fingers
they cannot touch
anything
that your eyes
are welcome to inspect
they are free
to wander around

Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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