Reunion

Based on a strange dream.

Is this a family of cannibals
or am I simply that irrational?
I’ve exhumed the bones in the garden,
they’re still fresh, with forgotten marrow.

They cannot know, they musn’t know I’ve seen.
They’re family but they’ll still pick my corpse clean.
Thank every god I avoided that wine
that poured such a funny shade of sanguine.

The other guests seem so oblivious,
like drunken lemmings they couldn’t care less.
They pick at the roast like it’s their last meal.
Hell, they’re ravenous, the table’s a mess.

One just hopes to maintain their seclusion,
no food or drink until the conclusion.
It’s hardly becoming to eat an aunt,
during your first family reunion.