The distinguished guests
raised their crystal goblets
toast the host's lavish,
midnight banquet.
A sudden, violent chill swept
the parlor as the grandfather
clock shrieked thirteen times.
The exquisite roast on the
tarnished platters abruptly
mutated into writhing,
maggot- infested human
limbs.
Horrified screams died in
their throats as the dining
room doors slammed shut
and vanished into the drywall.
They turned to flee, only to
realize they were chewing on
their own severed tongues.
The visceral pains were sharp, stinging and stern!
She swallowed them, in the bloody biting bitterness.
The gory talons of the fat obstetricians hung loose,
Ready to clamour for the afterbirth, salivating like hungry female canines.
“Think of the baby,” said the stony-hearted, vampire-looking hag;
Whose fat mouth dripped blood.
Back home, a shrieking owlet flew over her husband’s hut.
A strange whirlwind shot through the door, and tore the roof atwain.
The news broke: she had gone mortis gestationalis!
The evil child had popped out his left leg first, in protest;
And had strangled mama with its hands - from inside!
It was not about the flat-tyred ambulance.
The drunken doctor,
Who stored his equipment at Mama Phina’s bar, was not to blame.
Neither was it about the theft of sanitisers and lignocaine,
Nor was it about the leaking roofs;
And the stench all around.
It was the craving for sweet blood and tender baby flesh!
William Smelly lay snug in his grave,
As we lowered the two caskets to their final resting place.
One carried a dysfunctional human factory,
And the other was empty.
The Fact is, we're stranded here.
With an ever-ungrateful, godless population.
Resources are far beyond strained.
The selfish leadership perched upon nuclear-oriented brains...
In a race to see if we can outrun the dark side of ourselves.
Into the safety mirage of our stained-glass spaces.
We move like banana slugs trying to escape the flames.
From a renegade campfire of our own making.
We've been ordained, the fragile species.
Swept away by the gentlest of tides.
Suffocated by a slight dip in oxygen.
Our mason jar spacecraft with microscopic cracks.
Searching for fresh drinking water in the seams of heaven...
Although we've skunked our own Eden.
We're alone in the universe by divine design.
Stranded by colossal egos and tiny cane toad brains...
Who'll be the alpha cannibal?
Sitting around the omega campfire.
Taunted by the sirens of the stars.
Haunted by the gray wing of a nuclear rain.
Leaning toward cannibalism?
You might want to give it a go
Overall they're not a bad lot,
They are people too, you know
Paranoia runs quite rampant
Amongst any Cannibal troupe
Looking down trodden or weary
May cause you to land in the soup!
Careful you don't get too fat
A discerning diners first choice
They all speak deeply with power
No weakness should be in their voice
An unwritten rule in the tribe,
Is avoid a sneeze or a cough
They start thinking you may die,!
Not that it puts anyone off!
"Just a bit of pepper in my nose",
Sounds like you're already seasoned
Putting you out of your misery
Might be how your demise is reasoned
One cannibal bumped his elbow
He said, "Owww, about that weather!"
When he saw heads whipping around,
That was how he got it together!
Be careful what you do and say
You could join and be a winner
But watch out if they say to you,
They'd like to have you for dinner!
Cannibals
By Laura Dee Battle
December 8, 2014
Cannibals in my mind of mine
Come on back sweetly
It feels so divine
Approach me discreetly
I'll run every time
It's always for me
Time cannot rewind
Days are empty
Things I wasn't meaning to find
Cause you remind me
Sometimes we're so kind
Everything we wanted to be
I'm losing my wasted mind
Ran out of fake abilities
December days the sheep are blind
So maybe my words are obtuse
SomeHow I lost my tainted youth
I'll never miss my hopeless self-abuse
I find myself outside their booth
They're eating steak within a noose
I'd rather freeze; I know the truth
A perfect tool without a use
A cavity without a tooth
Don't want this "gift"; I'm cutting loose
Your dreams for me still weigh me down
The avenues becoming clear
Another year, another town
I'll see you around
Some day soon
Doubt that hungers souls
Captures the innocent thoughts of love
What reason do I have to flee when it is trust
That deceives me……
Sadness remains then in an empty heart
As I admired an angel
That thing jealousy lives fat,
Devouring romantic souls and collecting shrunken Hearts
Youth is what catches its eye, Envy of the treasure it holds
There is a satisfaction in being old, wiser, having a past-yet
Living the unknown future as a Youngblood is life’s
First taste of wine…and a feel no pain tomorrow Ideology
………I loved so yesterday….Thankful more today……….
That I lived.
Consuming brain waves from plentiful touch
Exchange of sorrow, mirth, and incredulous dirges
Following the sign of the times
Discourse as it reeks from chest cavities
Angsting bloated bodies barrelled into walking murmur
You sleepy disease fungal fortunes run amiss
Runinous with divisive claims
You have killed me.
Save yourself--eat me.
Nail me to a pretzel
Hang me by my feet
Drown me in molten sugar
And you may eat
My candied fingers.
My eyes will linger
In the brittle as bubbles.
But if it isn't too much trouble,
When you're done,
Bury my bones
So I can go home.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE: The title is a saying among Malayalees (those who are ethnically from the South Indian state of Kerala) to help them rationalize the fact that they must kill to eat meat. It roughly translates to "the sin of killing [something] ends with eating [it]."
Look at em'
Dirty little cannibals
Gnawing at the brain
Pinching nerves off, only to digest humanity
Such a bitter taste it leaves
Almost as bitter as the cannibals themselves
Long jagged fingernails
Excellent for finger pointing
And eye gouging
Their breathing is loud anxious and ragged
Almost like they know the moment of blame is ending
And yet everyday we watch them munch with delight
The hearts and souls of the bodies that walk this Earth
Dining everynight with silver-lined silverware
Extravagant table clothes spun of the finest silk drama
Tea cups that are still grainy at the bottom
Only with the truth
Dirty Little Cannibals
Devouring our homes
Snacking on our potential
Leaving us with empty stomachs
And burnt souls
Cooked too well to perfection
Dirtly Little Cannibals
Always biting the meat of our society
Leaving us with no substance
They bite me,
they maul me,
They're feeding on my flesh.
They tear, they dig into my corpse,
until theres nothing left.
enjoying every drop of blood,
they sink their teeth in me,
Devouring all my inner strength,
ignoring all my pleads.
I try to fight theses monsters,
but they do not fear me,
They only want the hope I have,
that lingers still in me.
Cannibals
A world full of cannibals
Some people are lucky
They get eaten twice a day
And there are those that never do
In truth were all cannibals
That burger you had for lunch
May as well have been your wife
Or sister in law bet she’d like that.
Death! A lifeboat adrift on a sea
with sailors who are mates of mine.
Thirst and hunger we all shall be
it is hard to think of a tougher time.
As a hot sun burns so as we drift
water now would taste as wine.
With my sacrifice I hope to give,
a gift of life to leave behind.
My soul, from my body to sieve.
To my brethren, a gift of a kind
life in my blood, to quench a thirst,
strength in my meat I pray they find.
A drink of brine; so as to die first,
a meal for all - I pray they cry
and hope they feast until they burst.
This, only this we've left to try
pick your teeth with my shattered bones
hoist you a sail of my tough hide,
mumble a prayer once I am gone.
Say a wave took me over the side.
I pray a trade wind will steer ye home
and bluster my sprite to beg God Divine
exoneration for - sweet cannibals mine.
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