On
dainty handkin, the stain of pig . . .
Loose juice
Streaks pied silk,
Spreads like bandy spider legs:
Someone murmurs
"Silk sucks grease."
Late in
flying autumn
Goose and plum
Bake well among the bean,
Roast fruity warm
In raisin wine --
Goblet!
the turkey protests
Giblets!
cuddled in the crusts
And at
last
Soaked in succulence
The rum pig
Slips easily from fork to tum
Splashes
Digests
Warms.
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