.:The Cannibals:.

 
our good Doctor Lecter
once noted life is a yum, yum and
we all want some

and like sheep, we submit to the following
lambs to the slaughter
every son
every daughter

saying it’s all about what one covets
what one sees from the distance
fortifying the need, our hunger
meeting little or no resistance

then there’s the art made apparent
shown during our selective times
when our skills are without deterrent  
holding tight to what’s in mind

the creative as abhorrent.. yes
giving it our best.. this we confess
in that time that we invest

the tricks held up our sleeve
from the gazing uninvited
to weaving tales our prey believe
being subtle, yet so excited

even the good doctor couldn’t conceive
but in no way we shall fight it
our art of the bop & weave
another candle.. yes we light it

it’s this glitter of the blade
as it cuts right through the skin
can’t resist the bliss
nor the anticipated win
how the glitter of the coin
captured such tenderloins at ten
taste buds tasting hearts
juicy tarts, each slice a sin

so receptive at this pre-fit age
their cries we’ll soon forget
or so says the sage
and on him we’d always bet
the good Doctor knew his stuff
cooked it well & without fail
we’d have more than enough
yet the hunger still prevailed

his world of tears, collecting fears… he ate his fill and took the jeers

he scoffed at peers, then, smiled with leers
all of this… within his will
each sacrifice not called a kill

Lecter oft times.. he lavished in what he’d done
we duplicate it all  
                and then we call it fun









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inspired by the writers: Thomas Harris, Jane Campion & Gerard Lee  
photo: Daniel Forero