cauldron

                         misnomer

dumpsters childrens wagons potholes in the street  depressions in the earth

                                                                                  when the fiery explosions happened

human bodies rend torn apart flung mellpell charred

                                                              stewed in cauldrons

he was not repelled

he was hungry

he pulled meat from fractured bones with his teeth

pulled clots of meat apart with his fingers  delicately gratefully placed strands in his mouth

to humour himself no one else there wasnt  occasionally a not totally destroyed body  thankfully a rare occasion to humour himselfhis situation he thought Unseasoned  I wish I had seasoning

there was charred tomahawk flesh usually hanging in treescaught on stout bushes  if he had to say  his favourite

raw roast cuts he found he cut into strips  dried them

                                                               dried them that died

who never knew what hit them

        he didnt know what hit him

make the best of a bad situation

        made the best

                                        because he knew

who knew how long

0457,  Sunday,  26  10. 25

1031,  Monday,  27  10. 25