They were neatly packed In the crystal bowl,
Crunching on the way down,
Bones stuck in the throat.
Still warm only just detached
Nails picked the bits from teeth and gums,
Then gone dipped in chili TK.
We bobbed for pupils,
Green,  
Blue,
Brown,
Once in the mouth all tasted the same,
You thought colour would have differed the aftertaste.
I saw their last moment as they went down,
As they let there juices release in the mouth.
Warm intestines covered in human sauce,
Biting finding surprises inside
Pungent,
Stagnant,
Aroma,
Of undigested taste.
It was the one night we could feast,
We had mouths to feed,
Those underground eat but were never full.
Only skin and bone we picked what fell
On soiled crimson ground nothing wasted
All this meat we ate our fill.
Fresh,
Shoulder,
Joint
We had our supple pick.
Welcome to the veil that falls once a year.
Where we depraved things get our meat sack fill,
Run little meat feast, we don't mind take away,
Sweat makes the flesh more supple to eat.