13.1.4 Q
flesh thrown down in the sunshine
dogs shall eat
and flesh flung into the air
shall be seized by birds,
shoulder blades smooth, unmarked by old feather-hole:
hands rivered
by blue, erratic wanderings of the blood,
eyes crinkled shut at almost seeing
the drifting sun that gives us our lives.
What is this part of the poem about?
A. Rice paddies
B. The casualties in Vietnam
C. Television coverage of the war
D. Swimming tadpoles in a pond
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