This poem eats its young
Are you its young? Please
Be mine young to eat!
Forever a wolf,
Lurking in the woods,
Looking for my next victim.
Will he be a man? Will she be a woman?
It doesn't matter anymore
All I'm looking for is the thrill of the hunt.
Pull an arrow from my quiver,
Predatory instinct.
Shoot to kill.
Aim to find weakness
That is the goal
What we were trained to do.
For many long hours on the train
Hoping for a reprieve
Hoping for victory.
I urge for the best
Bring the foul beasts
Their hearts I will consume.
Yum! Next shall I eat their noses?
Never have I tasted such succulent,
Juicy little red tarts.
i do love this. probably because the first line is so perfect.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's quite shocking. Mind you not all of the words are mine. This was a collaborative poem with a bunch of people
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