Blue Steak

(DEDICATED TO THE FLESH AND THOSE WHO EAT IT, IN ONE WAY OR THE OTHER) Cold endings pulsating in the warmth of life in a cycle, Fallen from limbs too tired to escape... Too inhuman to outsmart...too proud, Smothered in juicy living-blood-death-sauce. The beautiful deliverance of truth served on a platter, Grilled texture of tissue-soiled-ecstasy, Crying out to the heavens like a crucified lamb; Sustenance in a bite-sized-confessional of want... ...Raising up to flesh upon flesh, Moistened, silken lips of lust throbbing... Yearning for a meat-pillow-disillusion of freedom, For spasms of substance-made-eternal-abandonment; Abnormal-wastage for over-indulgence, Mopped away by napkin-sheets of bedridden etiquette; Vegetative-coma-hope for genetic sullenness... Caressed in rhythmic delusion of fantasies unkempt, Drowned in plated-satisfaction. And I? Flesh of flesh...seared...hated... Served raw! A blue steak for all to gnaw and feed upon; A diseased corpse-infant for a people hungering. 19th Nov 2005 (RSA)