Spread cold meats on the table.
Keep the warm flesh to yourself.
Salt everything.
Nothing bites harder
than an empty stomach.
Keep yours overfull and aching.
Sleep in wheat fields and grain silos
and water troughs and rice paddies
and kitchen cupboards and rubbish dumps.
Sleep in warm, cosy ovens
or locked back-alley refrigerators.
Sleep when the animals come home
or you'll see what happens to them.
Or lie awake and listen to your belly -
gurgling and churning.
Shrieking like a wild thing.
Or else like the fattest,
softest,
fullest little sheep there ever was.
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