By C. Mario A. Pita
Some prefer, for meal main courses,
Heaps of spiced and cooked corpses
For which they feel no remorses,
But I prefer instead the rays
Of sun that plants eat each day
Yet, since I cannot dine as they,
I eat of those that eat the light
Till rays are all I need to bite.
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