With the unfathomable,
unavoidable appetite.
Absorbing you in passing.
Your physical form is
Wrapped so tight.
that I almost have to crack you open.
Your hollowed out husk.
Lurches onward.
devoid of recollection...
about, what was just lost.
There's not enough of you left.
to avoid detection.
My pranic plumming.
runs on the living essence condensed.
And now not for nothing.
Theirs a Blue Jay in your feathery nest.
Soon your Blank stare beacons.
the signal of easy prey.
As You stumble unaware .
through the fir trees .
for a clearing to lay.
Stamp down the tall grass.
With a thug of dead weight .
from your horizon slab .
of human Delmonico steak.
Wild animals clean up the mess .
tendons stretch and snap.
like Calamari tentacles.
that rubber band and detach.
the clumsy crunching of gristle.
storaged en masse.
Transfers the build up of fatty tissue.
Into rations that will last .
young bones bend like the willow. weather blown backwards,
fingers on a branch,
hunger grows like horns from the devil.
Paint your portrait with a splash.
Surely, by the time that daylight .
breaks across the skyline.
you'll be saying goodnight.
before the sun rises like high tide.
You'd be foolish not to know.
that you're current form .
will be extinguished.
under the moon's auric glow.
the fluids of your draining carcass.
will appear as crude oil.
against the pure snow.
The night owl hoots.
over your agonous cries.
when you turn your head around.
To see rows. Of upside down.
Vampire bat eyes.
Crawl into a hillside crevice.
where a cliff edge meets the clear sky, entrails spilled as dinner .
across the shale terrace.
Feverish fingers feed teeth.
With excavated innards.
raccoon hands are warm and wet,
In their organ tissue mittens.
There's no hurrying against.
insect larvae infestation in the winter.
you're not going to spoil .
Before we've all filled up.
on the nourishing vittles.
There's plenty enough to go around!
And yet nocturnal varmits.
fight over choice cuts..
the way of the carnivorous scavenger. Unsatisfied until all participants .
Are covered with Open cuts,
You'll have to excuse .
these terrible table manners.
For They belong to an unavoidable appetite.
Absorbing you in passing.
Your physical form is
Wrapped so tight..
that I almost have to ...
crack you open...
Your physical form is, Wrapped so tight,
That I almost have to crack, you open,