Hungrily—
which are the words?
that will possess
an experience
like this, without
also
consuming it entirely?
Eye-teeth
are glistening,
dripping-
wet,
wondering—
is
this meal I see
for real? No, quivering, it
must be
a trick—
since,
from the
silent holy looks
on all the pale faces
of the animals
in this
tattered picture book,
there's no real meaning
to the food
I've been eating. But
there's still
shame,
and there's sorrow
and there's
guilt,
and there's plenty—
in the simple act
of eating
any
in company.
