The Feast.

He who perished
Seated at the table of a sprawling feast.

Guests’ finger licked
Insanity poured another glass of gluttony
Belching violently
Drawn by every nostril
They twitch
Clawing at hunger itself.

Rampant, feral, crazed
Greed conducts
Opera of mastication

A tasteless meal
For worthy critics
Cutlery eyes stab and carve
Teeth labour
Rip the flesh of sacrifice
Existence reduced
A colourless paste.

One vacant stomach
Keeled over an empty plate
Scraps of desire
A body marinated in saliva
Of the insatiable.

He who escaped the feast
Skin and bone
A wretched shadow
Only he
Escapes hunger.







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