Cream Of The Crop

Bleeding, weeping,
Coagulation sets in
A bolt in my head! The grisly aftermath of a life
Spent
Waiting for the carnage to come
I love the stench
Of my brothers, my sisters
Bloodsoaked and lifeless
Sinew, clots, cream of the crop
Bile, intestines
scrap heap to be digested
This love never dies