Carnivore
He eats of flesh so fused with blood
A voracious appetite and not discreet
To kill and rip, to drink, consume,
Is what he does, makes him complete
He hunts and takes, with no regret
He’ll lurk then pounce, to make the kill
Fir him, not sport, not in the least
But all consuming is his thrill
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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