Inspiration from the Tuscan Farm:


This is my Flesh

Normally, I don’t eat meat.

I’d be lying if I said I never do.

When I work on the farm in Tuscany

they have me build fences

to keep Apennine Wolves

from the lambs, cows, pigs and sheep.

The animals seem happy.

I am only the hired hand at the table.

So, I eat the food they offer.

So, anything they’ve killed.

I sleep and work there,
to travel on,
and travel
on the cheap.

The house dates
to the lifetimes of Renaissance men,
and women.
In the celler there is red wine,
and salami hung among hams
with cloven hooves attached.

This is my flesh.

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