poetry by Mugur Grosu translated in english by Adam J. Sorkin and performed by Cosmin Carciova.
Fresh meat
Ive just now fallen into this bag of bones
the velvety skin is only the grass
fed from the depths by a secret death.
Taste, taste my meadow.
Tomorrow. Still another hat
on mister nevermore.
I know he already has lots in his closet
but go ahead, taste it - dont swallow.
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