The insatiable

Kingdoms built
on bleached bones
and skinless skulls
fetid flesh & flayed hides.

The bleeding of throats slashed
by Imams and priests
We thrive on
the cooling of a beating pulse.

Kings of slaves
imprisoned,
hunted denizens
of the earth and seas,

children of
trees and skies, die
that we may sup
on the innards of beauty.

The authors
of crowns of thorns
and butchers blocks
and stocks,

The dead hang,
dangling, displayed
to sate the hunger
of an insatiable race.

-Dave Kavanagh

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