Hunkered like a lover
over prey
as awkward as a man
who has to pay
tear at what's yours
today is the day
you offer nothing
but take what they say.
Stench of beetle, spider and fly
bits of carcass, gloss so bright
talons pin what impaling fails
to keep in place.
Space in the barbed-wire fence
glitters and fades.
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