His landing was hard
they said, euphemistically
in a place where words
are made to hide truths,
not to reveal them,
and he was
brought down
as his prized meats
were still hanging--
because he was a butcher, caught
in the blades of history
sliced for others
to dine on as he once
ate and ate and ate.
Who is served by this?
Who knows? Just
get ready with your plate.
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