Lakeside the crayfish boiled
But something stayed wriggling
tolerated the heat and the spice
Anticipated heaven inside intestines
The bowl served hot
Living with the expectation
That all will be set
The rhyme of life not severed
The moment should have passed but it paused and became stupendous
Bowl of that campylo infested soup
overpowering spice
The smell of it calls the senses
The contamination sets in
The guts have become infested the body trembles and vomits
The mouth fills with warm saliva
As if marinating the tongue
the head invites nausea
the stomach turns
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