Meat Gravey Upsidedown
The clouds, like rain today.
I drain myself clear
in the yard, let fog disappear
in a roll not unlike
a meat tube.
My meal gone too,
I’m called, again and again,
to what nearly tastes
like gravy coming down.
Tags: gravy, meat poem, meat poetry, raw dog food
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