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Fa'afetai fai mea ai

Everyone eats up to their elbows
we are direct descendants of flesh-eaters

try ripping apart a steaming pig and tell me
that doesn't feel good

there's a reason for all the grease
and who cares if we are fat

huge.
And the noises we make

swallowing the dead,
the pigs scour outside

the dogs dribble inside
if we smell them we hit them

the cats screech like shadows.
People on the road:

the dogs run to rip them to pieces.
Bring us a bowl of water

a cloth
to wash our hands.