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001. _MEAT

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The blood-filled heart
The complexity of breath
The miraculous biology
Of birth and life and death
Packaged up in pieces
Of mortal meat and bone

We take the lives of others
Though we never take our own

The body with a beating heart
A living consciousness
Made of mind and muscle
All is lost in death
Leaving only morsels
Of meat upon the bone

Though we take the lives of others
We never take our own