A sudden swish,
A writhing spurt,
And then the wrenching of the wings.
(Could you change the channel now?)
I've stood with crumpled notes and seen
The daily act of muscles taut
That hack and pull and tear and crush
To suit the choices we dictate
And serve ourselves the dish we please.
No one minds the splattered stains
And rests in peace with newly bought
Powders that would rub them out.
(Could you switch the AC on?)
I am stunned by these images
And sharpen their fangs
To gobble my world
Which sinks it seems
In rivers of blood.
Weep my beloved and watch
The streets now swarm with daggers and guns
And rend our skies with unremitting flames.
(The pizza boy is here love!)