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A social creature, I never was
Thanks to appetite and bloody jaws
Disturbing then, to find myself
Grotesquely touted upon a shelf
Seized from earth from whence I slept
For lesser creatures, a trophy kept
What being thinks, with their right mind:
"Let's dig up the oldest corpse we find!"
They gawk and squawk and point and stare
Their fascination, my nightmare
I remind myself, time will atone
Like me, transgressors turn to bone
About the Creator
Danielle Kelley
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Thought-provoking poem on the exploitation of animals for human pleasure. Your use of vivid imagery and powerful language creates a haunting and visceral experience.🧡🧡🧡