The conscience food
Masticating
Flesh
Blood the essence
A tender fragrance
Wafting through nose
To
Tastebuds fornication  
Mouth
watering
Pure decadence
Involving dissolving gnashing
Evolving
Each bite  
tiny pieces 
 spittle
Veins gristle sinew
Go
Down
The drain
Must live be vapid enormous
The most ravenous
Survival is a thing
And the menu
plain