deep in the warren
they feel safe from the treachery
of my carnivorous calling
but I can use the shovel,
that terrible tool of modernity--after all,
'tis a favorite of grave diggers
a few scoops in the dank soil
and the rabbits are vulnerable to my attack:
a simple bashing of twitching skulls
my hands driven by a hunger
they satisfy with grasses in summer,
twigs, roots in winter
I wish my needs were so meager
my appetite so abstemious--but I crave
blood fresh flesh, torn from the bone
without their sacrifice, I must seek
bigger beasts, long dead, cellophane sealed
and put on ****** display
or become a vegan and ground great grains,
boil lazy legumes, and feign a higher nobility
in what I eat and excrete
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
deep in the warren
they feel safe from the treachery
of my carnivorous calling
but I can use the shovel,
that terrible tool of modernity--after all,
'tis a favorite of grave diggers
a few scoops in the dank soil
and the rabbits are vulnerable to my attack:
a simple bashing of twitching skulls
my hands driven by a hunger
they satisfy with grasses in summer,
twigs, roots in winter
I wish my needs were so meager
my appetite so abstemious--but I crave
blood fresh flesh, torn from the bone
without their sacrifice, I must seek
bigger beasts, long dead, cellophane sealed
and put on ****** display
or become a vegan and ground great grains,
boil lazy legumes, and feign a higher nobility
in what I eat and excrete
no offense intended to vegetarians, or rabbits
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