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TARANTULA by Dan Lukiv Far from Scythian Females, in The Amazon- Jungle of monster- Leaves, where Nobody severs The right breast To make the bow fit, Little-clad Men-folk eat Tarantulas. Held Between two sticks Over flames that burn off Leg-hair, the Salty meat sizzles And steams. Tang and season are as Foreign as a Visa card Or an army helmet. But Tarantulas abound. Crack Open The crustacean shell For the jungle- Candy. An entomologist on CBC Said you cannot compare The meat to anything-- Not to rabbit or chicken: Tarantula is to tarantula As bullets are to bullets And hate is to hate. These people love tarantulas. They love the spicy Meat. |