The Gobbet

The Gobbet

A Poem by Savior knowmore

Raw and bloody flesh
Torn from living body
With large stone I must thresh
My hunger is most indeed bawdy


Blood drops on stone floor
Red joy stains my hands
Civil manners made w***e
Of this amazing delicacy none understands


My teeth gnaw and gnash
Gobbling down my victim
For dessert, fine bone ash
For more, I want a dictum


Creeping on silent foot
From Father’s bed I do approach
Down the halls, my hunger put
Your bed I encroach

© 2013 Savior knowmore


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Added on February 4, 2013
Last Updated on February 4, 2013

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