I'm starving

Starving for something better

Not carious rippling wild beasts

Roaring and clambering

Mouths gaped open wide,

Fangs dripping with past sorrows

Bellies full of molten lava from the

Hearts of men.

And they press,

In troughs they surround

Pecking with retarded beaks,

Clawing my breasts

Ripping, ripping, ripping my flesh anew

As if leafing through the NEW YORK TIMES

Those horrendous fangs insert and

Nit-pick pieces of extra juicy meat and

Super-sweet fire

Oh, I'm so hungry…