Cannibals
by Sam M. Phillips

Wretched souls,
Divided roles,
Soles of feet burn,
Turn over earth as you learn,
Yearn for blood,
Runs hot with adrenaline,
Drink it down,
Guts wound up so tight,
Sick spasm,
Open chasm,
Spew and chew it back,
Hack and take what you lack,
A cannibalism,
Ritualism riled to riot,
Violent volumes are consumed,
Subsumed courage,
Power ingested,
Might invested,
You will be tested,
So drink up,
Raise your cup to the red font,
Wonton warrior,
No sorrier sight,
Grasping enemy entrails,
A gift to God,
What is wrong with this picture?

***

Did you enjoy this poem? Help the author by becoming a patron here: patreon.com/samphillips

Like the author on facebook: facebook.com/sammorganphillips/