stop
searching
for salvation in another
'human compassion'
we don't talk about that here

your face is a stamp
I will lick and arrange

then

with blank eyes,
I'll evaluate and
compress you
into a fraction
naturally,
an assessment of
your worth as a person

I'll  close these eyes
[in physical pleasure]
and with no further hesitation
sink pointed teeth
into your bared neck

gentle lamb, good
you are a lamb succumbing
nature has undone the dreamers [with physical sensation]

your fleece crusted with filth
and Oroonoko burns

'corruption is a concept
foreign to good peoples'

rubbing mud into your eyes
won't purify your sight
indoctrination into idealism
leads the lambs to fall