Come sit at our table Where the feast resides Eat as much as you're able Every plate satisfies Isn't the meat exquisite The wine is fresh and warm Here, take another bite And let your world transform Chew the meat more slowly And savor its sweet kiss This one was lowly I know he won't be missed Roasted, fried, or stewed You cannot get enough Though others think it lewd You're made of different stuff When your thirst is slated And you've eaten past your fill Another piece is plated From yesterday's kill Blood drips down your chin As you enjoy your feast Putting aside the skin You ingest the deceased Finally, you're satisfied With the meal at hand It's the first time you've tried Long-pig from this land Wiping blood off your face You plan for your next meal Supplies are set in place And children taste like veal.
This is one of my favorite creations to date! Your Writing Prompt for this week is to take a taboo subject (like cannibalism) and write a poem that describes the subject but does not name it.
This is my interpretation. What’s yours?
