Kemick Richard Kelly - Caribou Run

The fermentation of lichen burns with a furnaces heat, separating spit from solids. Pushed into the dorsal sac, the sludge is squeezed against notches of vertebrae and the vowelled names of its corridors shape a Gregorian chant: atrium ruminis, saccus dorsalis, caudoventralis a prayer sung from the shadows. The stomach is cross-sectioned into muscly pillars, the stone spines of a cathedral. Papillae finger the sludge like a hundred starving monks, until another mudslide buries them. Reticulum Think of it as a catapult, heaving the cud back into the moist mouth of daylight, to be hit again by the pistons of cheekteeth. Omasum Back from the mouth, the flood flows down into a pocket the size of a teenagers fist. Omasum Back from the mouth, the flood flows down into a pocket the size of a teenagers fist.

When surrounded by ice, hydration is welled from food. The walls of flesh fold in on themselves and the torrents are trapped and tamed in the grooved walls of Gideon paper, nicknamed the Butchers Bible, that drains all water like a decree from the Old Testament. The liquid is then swept into a bloodstream thats already barrelling towards a stubborn pair of lungs that refuse to stop, nothing can stop; even their food is always moving. Abomasum Its called the true stomach, but the body has its own notions of authenticity. Along the final stretch of membrane, before the long tunnels of intestine, the scorch of hydrolysis crumbles chemical compounds like ash. Glandular pockets of enzymes become the hearth of the stomachs smoulder, growing the invisible fire of highway heat lines.

This acidic greed is the only portion of their stomach similar to our own. Nutritional Value To fuel the body, each day demands three thousand grams of lichen, Cladonia rangifernia, the caloric equivalent to a hundred grams of rabbit. Theres always a price to letting things live.