Slices Of Meat

The Plate Was Covered With Thin Slices Of Meat
He Looked At Them, He Couldn’t Wait Any more
From The Bathroom He Heard The Familiar Moaning
The Small Traces Of Bleeding Flesh
Slowly Disappearing Down The Drain
The Slow Moments Of The Body
No Arms, No Feet Left, Slowly Disappearing
Piece By Piece
There Was No Rush, He Had
All The Time In The World
He Smiled And Covered The Meat
With A Golden Gravy
Added A Handful French Fries