SAVAGES & CANNIBALISTS

Sleep

Brother sleep

For your slumber rings for supper,

Gently feasting on your arms,

Slowly,

By the fire we dine & wine,

All can’t be done in one night,

But we savages are selfish sagas of serenity

So alone I suck my brother’s bone for marrow,

My blood,

My brother,

All does not matter for in the end,

Hunger wins.