get flesh, eat flesh –
years later, years ago
we furnished this house with hundreds of fireflies,
we stained our darkest corners
with ember hearts that glow.
Nevermore shall I deplore
the terror,
the mist when we divided afterlife –
it’s proper, darling
to abandon error
as soon as you decide to cease thy strife.
We’re cannibals – they say,
as if it’s horrid.
<<We’re lovers>> – we respond,
as if we care,
but reveries are sound and dreamers lofty
and hearts are on the menu rather rare.
Get flesh, eat flesh
of the departed,
of those who come to life,
of those who grow –
We’re cannibals, I thought
before we started
to dine in our house
where bodies glow.
©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Leni Riefenstahl for The Sunday Times, 1974 (photograph depicting Mick Jagger and Bianca Jagger) –
