Zen and the Art of Cannibalism (Or, Serial Killer Senryu)
Unseen hungry ghost
Predator in human skin
Lurks among the herd
Some folks drool for lamb
Others beef, but I prefer
The *other* red meat
Arcing silver edge
Slices a dark horizon
Full moon or my knife?
God's hand carves the earth
Canyon river running red
Metaphor in flesh.
Blood on my good shirt:
I just had this damn thing cleaned!
People are so rude.
Sleek steel crimson-graced
Open window into you
Pericardium!
Fresh-plucked beating heart
Just like a ripe tomato
Crush it in my jaws
Warming up the grill:
Home-made chuck on seeded buns.
Long pork for dinner!
Gleaming white arches
Spin around the spinal cord
Horseshoe, played with bones.
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