DISCARDINGS… a strange poem

Where once there fell

A crusty piece

Of savory flavored

Ripened beast

With all the sides

One does adore

Gaseous swamp

And frost of hoar

Gelatinous moss

From north of tree

Bullfrog throat

With pitch – high C

Once stroked in pot

With hellfire’s heat

Now blades of grass

Thou must eat

Deliciousness

None can compare

Lest ye hath had

Burnt paw of bear