We’re All Cannibals

A drink of water

A pat on the head

Safely seeded

Into the soft bed

Safe in the darkness

Snug under covers

Soon to grow big like

Their fathers and mothers

Stretch and reaching

While they’re asleep

With miles to go and

Promises to keep

Then, sudden pulling

Uprooted from beds

Roughly skinned naked

And off with their heads

Sliced or dismembered

Sautéed or raw

Death yields nutrition

Food for us all

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