On the Bleeding Edge

on the bleeding edge of the present
devoid of any moral "gifts"
or thought based traps
no body mourns the death of a single cell
no mouth rejects the taste of flesh
when starving for a single meal
on the bleeding edge of the now
you will eat or you will die
and there is no guilt
there never was
we made that s**t up
to feed the weak
to get them to eat
despite their fear of blood
and death
from the bleeding edge of a day's survival

Author's Note