Flesh Eats Flesh

Flesh eats upon flesh
Discarded food of old.
Quick, painless
Flights of fantasy
A vampires delight-
Blood the provider of new life.

The next generation
of cannibals
Feeding off of each other
While the world herself, in all
the beauty
cannot sustain us, whole
No crops, prey on their kind.
Sleepers of the waking night

We shall turn
Again upon ourselves
A feast fit for our
Birth from scientific desire
To mutilate and mutate-metabolite,
Gifts provided by Nature’s creation

Silent sleeping rabbit by
The fresh red cut rose
Will roam free again
only in a dream.

Painting: Still Life, 1991. Alexis Rockman