Both, And

Everything's poised on the lip of life
if not already submerged in it.

Firecrackers ignite, gongs sound.
Children bang pot lids together.

Someone discovers the crackling skin of young
roast pig while a farm building burns.

You lick your seared fingers at the same
time you open your mouth for more.

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