04-11-2016, 12:02 PM
cannibalism
I'm staring at the sky
black and then
I hear a bluejay flutter
high and when
I see him land soft on
grass and spin
I feel for a little worm's
meat and skin
I taste the grind of
teeth and chin
I smell juices of fear basting
mice and men
I know the salt-less taste of
loss and sin.
I'm staring at the sky
black and then
I hear a bluejay flutter
high and when
I see him land soft on
grass and spin
I feel for a little worm's
meat and skin
I taste the grind of
teeth and chin
I smell juices of fear basting
mice and men
I know the salt-less taste of
loss and sin.