Answer:
Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. He who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead.
Grown in the ground, it's taller than you. Strip off the outside, the yellow pieces you chew. What is it?
This is a baked snack that is traditionally twisted into a unique knotlike shape.
What stinks when living and smells good when dead?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?