Carnivore Inhuman

Jacqueline Weir


The angry wind
I will reap
Wandering through
My dreamless
Sleep
Just watch me
Harvest the 
Totured souls
Eat the mother
Mourned
By the calf,
The husband
Mourned
By the wife.
I am drunk
On the blood
Of the helpless,
There is no
Finer wine.
I will burn
This carcass
To my liking
Trail putrid 
Black smoke
In the air.
Why
Should I care
For what
I cannot
Touch,
For what cannot
Touch me?
I am the
Carousel
The eye of the
Storm
Behold
How life
Dances to 
My tune!




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