world moves in as darkness falls
with rippling jaws, itching fingers and arms,
on a shivering carcass glistened moonlit red
with window-pane reflection stains'
incandescence 'cross the ruby spread.
these necks craned down and knotted round between
the shifty glances, shoulder-to-shoulder in frantic
sport, as they feed upon the steaming body's pulp
growl hesitant and touch eyes menacing across the
cadaver divide.
one can only watch the madness strewn across this
factory floor from which we're borne
with grim determination
to destroy the fray
to shy away to
die to hold a
second thought a waste of time.
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