Tulane Review Digital

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Wisdom
By Liz DeGregorio
Christ, this hurts, he thought
as he squeezed and squeezed.
He knew he had to keep going until
the animal was limp,
but this was the worst part of his job.
were squeezed out of each creature.
But he couldn’t stop now.
Like the rest of the animals,
he could not go against his instincts.
one tug its swung
down their throat midstep
into uproarious congestion.
If only people could read
the frantic look in his eyes,
the warnings about the apple!
He wanted to cry out
and tell people
it was just his nature
forcing him to do this;
he closed his eyes
when the final bits of life