Two jaws slide open
with barely contained anticipation
with well-contained salivation
with no greeting or salutation
only a twisted cold grin
as the morsel shambles in,
stumbling and dazed,
legs labouring,
burdened by a mushrooming ****** bulk,
saved from toppling over
only by it’s fellow fungi,
standing shoulder to shoulder.

In a trance it shuffles
dragging meat, hair, skin
every part a delicacy to that Mouth,
a delight so irresistible that
a gap-toothed sneer,
with the deepest trough trenches
and the tallest towering teeth,
with a cavernous palate
and snaking forked tongue,
stretches to the ceiling
ready to consume one and all.