Fév 19

Heartfelt Cannibalistic Poems


Is there a piece of heart left for me?
You ate mine fast – and I’m hungry.
Is there some blood to pour on it?
Flavorful sauce makes it tender.

Pass me some of that bloody heart –
But don’t serve it cold or crispy –
That yummy flesh might nourish me
Of lovely things I never see.


If I were a worm in a corpse,
I’d miss and feel its missing pulse –
Wriggle through its capillaries
And crawl up to its arteries.
I’d smell the blood from its murder –
A bloody gush must have entered
When this body loved another.

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