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A Short Ode To Sausage - A Poem by Daniel Klawitter - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

A Short Ode To Sausage – A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Sad to say, there are people who regard lovers of sausages as relics
from a kind of nutritional Dark Ages…—Charles Simic, poet.

Theologically, I’d say I was predestined
to eat animals carefully stuffed
inside their own intestines.

I’m the first to eat knockwurst,
and the last in a cholesterol tsunami
to relinquish my salami to the authorities.

Whether beef, lamb or pork—
it will end up on my fork.
(I’m clear about my priorities.)

And for those who go into hysterics
proclaiming sausages barbaric,
I want you to understand:

That though you might be leaner
you can only have my wiener
if you pry it from my cold dead hands.

More at http://about.me/dklawitter.

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