poem: I’m a falcon, furious

I’m a falcon, furious
eat other birds for meals
I’ll admit I’m curious
how being eaten feels


when my beak comes tearing in
breaking bones and splitting skin
do they accede to fate-as-prey?
or rather feel they’ve flown away?

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