Lions

Carry on
Though you’re carrion.
They have picked the
Bones clean,
And love screams
In the narrow
Honeycomb
Grown around
The marrow,
Sweet and
Waiting for
The taking.
They can’t taste it
Without breaking
You open,
A mess of blood
Around the mouth
Where the words fall
Out.
Lies like lions,
Dumb with
Hunger.

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