The Kill

Tongue against knife
I lick the blade
Coveting the savory delight
The kill was good this evening
As no defense was given
Thus the corpse was soft and tender
It seems that the meat is tougher
When the fight is on
I'll bet by now rigidity has set in
Leaving it marble like
In tones of gray
Still and hard
I laughed as the victim begged
Seeking to keep life
To think that I would let it live
Was a mere self deception
Could it not tell it was going to die
Beg or not
The cave was the best
Yes the relinquishing of the throat
Its head cocked back in submission
Allowing my knife total access
Neatly ear to ear
Gaping wound pouring forth
I watched in gory glory
It's head toppling backward
Now I justly lick my plate clean - 4/23/06
IN MEMORY OF JACK THE RIPPER