we gather here today,
of not one, but five,
bodies, ours, still embers
drinking our last sip of strife
drunk on blood

one by one
we are the soft streetlamps
flickering in ink
we pierce the sky
soaked in karma &
rugged earth.

so as we partake today,
take your heart, the membrane;
part with your flesh and
the soft of your leg.
bring the yolk of your brain
and

lay yourself upon the plate
we call being human;
come feast upon
the rawness of our own
contents.