Thrice Now.

    Thrice now you have torn
my bones open, and
                  you
have gnawed on
    my insides,
           eat-
en my brain.

    Thrice now you have dumped
     my remnants in
          the wasteland;
     you have bleached my hide,
          bleached
            my skin,
          my bones,
            my missing
eyes
hath seen nothing like you,
     you,
          who have gone
about your feast as if
     you were
    only starved,
          nothing more,
    only feeding yourself,
          nothing more,
circle of life my dear
   you
          might say.
      yet, Thrice they did not
see the smirk--
                    your eyes
--as you whittled me
          away.