The beasts are dying off,
Why are the bowls filled up?
The body aches with mercurialism,
Why do they happily delve their shovels in mine-strewn broth?
Menacing white horses
gather the ominous maelstrom
Death. Its starveling fingers have
extended, entwined, embracing
the gaunt defenseless cadaver
Hooks careening the depths
Tasteless, sucking the essence of the soup
Tasteless, sucking the lives of sharks
Tasteless, sucking our taste buds
Tasteless, sucking morality
The finless sink in the abyss silently
silently the abyss susurrates whispered sadness
If they should roam the seas
Let the blood be ribbons of crimson;
If they should live
Let the bloodbath be diffused silk.
Feed them unadulterated