FEAST

WASIT DEEP IN CORPSES ROTTING THEY SEARCH UNDER COVER OF NIGHT
THEY MOVE SICKENINGLY YEARNING HEARING BREATHING AND THE BEATING OF A HEART
IT HAS BEEN WEEKS DAYS HOURS MINUTES THEY KNOW NOT IN THE LEAST
THEY FEEL ONLY HUNGER AND GREIVING BURNING AND CRYING FOR THE FEAST
WITH LAME FOOTFALLS IN RHYTHM THE HEARTBEAT SUDDENLY RACES
THE QUARRY HAS SENSED THE PRESENCE OF THE SHAMBLING HUNTER IN THE NIGHT
THE STATIC FROM DULL THINKING CAN BE FELT BY THE LIVING LIKE ELECTRICITY
AND FEAR OF WHATS TO COME HAVING WITNESSED PREVIOUS PERSONAL ATROCITIES
CONVINCE HER TO LEAVE THE SAFTEY OF THE BASEMENT IN DIRECT DISOBEDIENCE
EXACTLY AS MOTHER HAD ORDERED BEFORE LEAVING HOURS BEFOREHAND
IN SEARCH OF FATHER WHO THEY BOTH KNEW WAS NOT COMING TO FIND THEM
FOR HIS LIMBS WERE TORN ASUNDER IN DEFENSE OF THEIR RETREAT BEHIND HIM
AND NOW SHE FLEES JUST AS MAD AS HER MOTHER BEFORE HER
MOST SURELEY TO BE LAID UPON THE SAME DINNER PLATE AS MA AND PA
BRING FORTH THE ORDER
STRUGGLING
MAKE READY THE TABLE
UPON THE DIRT
DRESS AND SERVE THE MEAT
RIP AND TEAR
THANKFUL FOR THE FEAST
STARVING HUNGER
STILL NOW THE PREY IS CONSUMED REMAINS DISCARDED LIFELESS AND COLD
THE BEATING HAS STOPPED AND WITH IT THE THIRST OF THE DECAYED
THERE WILL BE NO MORE ACTIVITY UPON THIS NIGHT COLD AND WINDLESS
THE LIFE IS GONE FROM HERE BUT THE VACANT STARES ARE ENDLESS