MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —

must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living

and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread

the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!

:: 03-27-2014 ::