Best Cannibalism Poems
I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty
from the soap of mental suppression,
that the callouses are from hard work,
and not from picking my bones back up
off the floor on a daily basis;
ragged, dry, and weary.
Every fairy tale has a root,
stapled into the hard soil of truth.
They all have a moral,
some sort of clerical error
born from life’s shadow.
We watch, hoping to learn
from the missteps of someone
else’s intrepid imagination,
some 4D revelation singing
lullabies to the young heart
of humanity.
And they bend to the fickle
will of greedy creativity,
making the yoke less bitter
so that we can tongue the purge
of denial without pouting.
I’d like to pretend that my hands are clean,
that I don’t whisper cold lies into your palms,
watch you drink from the frosted glass
of my sincerity; Hope that you don’t blink,
that you won’t notice the blood bubbling
up, and over my shiver before you finally
finish this story.
I just want you to understand.
This isn’t poison.
This is merely me bleeding out,
and hoping you’ll learn to love the
taste of fire kissed oxymoronic metaphors,
served up with juiced will and the vegan
flesh of my inhibition.
So that you can see through my eyes,
know where I have been,
and how it felt to be consumed.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Raped and left for dead
Tears still running down her eyeless head
Screaming her heart out,
Which's been removed and stacked into my mouth
I can still see your skin peel
Orgasming on the fact your wounds won’t heal
I only need my grinding teeth to make you paste
Shut the hell up and let me eat you in haste
Heads propped aloft by the crutch of dogmatic belief,
savoring each other, feasting upon flesh--
knife and fork,
delicate spoon.
Each course far from complete, they gorge through
eroded faces, evidence of features strewn to rot in the
panic of the fading sun.
Hugging like chums until folded into one writhing
mass, they remain dexterous enough to balance an apple:
proof of perilous symmetry.
In the distance, the white mission weeps under the
weight of the impending torrent.
Even the mercy of the mountains
can't protect from the ruin of man.
Inspired by Salvador Dali (1904-1989)
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Raped and left for dead
Tears still running down her eyeless head
Screaming her heart out
Which has been removed and stacked into my mouth
I only need my grinding teeth to make you paste
Shut the hell up and let me eat you in haste
Simple Simon met a cannibal
Going to the fair...
He never made it
Leapers in hot tub
Floats fingers and toes
What’s for supper- Stew!
Eat the body
To gain salvation
Eat your neighbor
Go to jail
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.
envelope rhyme
Humpty Dumpty, brave fall guy
attended the King's Christmas ball.
He never guessed his downfall,
empty headed, brain gone awry.
Humpty Dumpty's sneaky try,
bucking the Queen's serving line,
“Expelled! out back, you shall dine!”
close by yon royal pig sty.
Humpty Dump, give us a clue,
"Why did you behave so rudely?"
Your etiquette, so crudely
like a simple, naïve ingenue.
Humpty Dumpty then stone-walled
devouring a dozen eggs
plus twenty-four chicken legs
Sprawled thither on stone wall, he stalled.
Thus, Humpty Dumpty got bumped,
a bold nudge from one palace horse:
"Noble king cannot endorse
a cannibal, so totally stumped.”
December 17, 2019
Mmm!
I ate a Cracker!
Crackers taste good!
Now I'm a cannibal.
Tis' a calamity
A dinner, to which I must oblige
For it was a request of my family
To whom I cannot deny
Mother welcomed me in warmly
Her expression rather wry
Father is late and will be back shortly
And to her I cannot defy
Take a seat, back arched upright
The aroma of Mother's cooking is brimming with life
Mother vigorously encourages me to take a bite
My dear Mother, whom I cannot deny
The chewy meat is roasted dry
With each bite against his flesh
Crimson seeping from Father's eyes
But this is a request of darling Mother, whom I cannot deft
Lest I wish to end up like him
You can eat me alive from the inside out:
rip my skin away and chop my bones.
I'll let you choke down my flesh and
slit my tummy.
Just hang me upside down
and let my blood drain.
Maybe you'd make dinner,
put my little body in a pot
and serve it to them steaming:
in those china plates from TV.
but mummy: I'd make a pig sick.
Forward... for those of you rather younger than I, Soylent Green was a movie in which overpopulation was reduced by making people into biscuits... yes really!
SOYLENT RED
It’s dark and it’s drizzling
The burgers are sizzling
We’re toasting the baps in the grill
No creature was injured
For Ted couldn’t be cured
The virus had made him too ill
And once he was panting
And ceaselessly ranting
His sister conducted the kill
We skinned him then rinsed him
Then auntie Maud minced him
But then at the door, the old bill
He stood in our porch
with his baton and torch
And that was the end of that copper
Before we could carve him
We needed to halve him
Which Benjamin did with his chopper
The world now unclean
Full of horrors obscene
With no cure for this human blight
So we off them and scoff them
But two don’t come often
So no-one goes hungry tonight
My head was in a daze, I'd been down here for days.
All in the name of love, you'd scream, so I let it happen to me.
My skin is like fondant, you'd peel it back. I winced and whined, But didn't fight back.
Your fingers scrape against my skin, trying to find a way in.
My blood spills, you feel a thrill.
Remove each rib, one by one. The damage will never be undone.
“Perfection” is what you're trying to achieve, but is it really if it's damaging me?
I wanted to scream, wanted to cry, maybe even die? But I'd felt too much and didn't want to give up.
My throat clogs with blood, isn't this enough?
You use your scalpel and take pieces of yourself and put them into me, your presence will always remain.
I can't take much more, how long till four?
The break of a limb, the catch of a fall, how many hours can I endure it all?
You reach my lungs, injecting your venom into them.
Clasping my hands won't save me now, I take it all. Make you proud.They fill my throat, I'm in defeat. What am i if not meat?
No one likes snitches, and I was thought to keep. Your thirst for blood is too much for me.
I make excuses, this is for love!
feel pity for the pitless acts you do.
My brain slows, and so do you.
You grin with a glee, Thank me for this feast, rising to your feet.
Tell me you'll come back for more, and tell me to say no more.
My brain was clogged, what had you done?
Can't think nor scream, what's wrong with me?
Maybe tomorrow you will be nicer.
At the vintage of my madness, every morning a king dresses and undresses in the image of my father.
-Which smile spreads across such a vile face?
Who can touch the whorish darkness on my lip?
My wakefulness distills shrapnel pieces into my inflamed abdominal cavity.
The parenthesis of something in my cannibalism: “Women Who Run with the Wolves.”
My tongue and palate are in pain, a glass of martini under the full moon.
Old dynamites and rat eyes in my limbs…
An old circus traveler plays me with strings on my arms.
The god of lust living in my groin crushes all theories.
I am a hunter now on my mother’s knees.
Last night, I drowned my childhood in the river of innocence