2 September 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 3
Coprophagy
Is it
paste out of which the new world slithers?
Shit has a history & it's balmy golden
notes off a black clarinet. Damp &
leathery, funk matted skunk fur, sweaty
buttery nutmeat. That ageless passaging
secret of the body of transformations, godless
& medicinal. Why did they use it, the pungent
offal, and why