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30 Angel Flesh On an elegant bed of champagne silk I cradled my firstborn son naked after a bath. He was the age of the Savior when Herod would have wanted him slaughtered. I held the boy by his pink feet— furled him toward me until he was a sweet lobe of flesh. Have no fears, I whispered and kissed his ear. He was barely old enough to understand. I will not devour you. Even if I were trapped, starving on a hillside and your limbs began to appear as enticing meals. I would not, I whispered. It was on a kingly bed of the finest silk 31 in a room of brocade and gold. From the courtyard below came cries of unrest: Behold! A new millennium is upon us! ...

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