Flammeus Gladius

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Tag: cannibalism

Cannibal Games

Cannibal Games

 

The glutton Shea can’t wait to make a meal
Of little babies murdered with a view
Toward keeping him from dying of the new-
Though-aging virus. He cannot conceal
His overwhelming appetite, his zeal
For doing what the principled won’t do.
When challenged, he is proud to take the cue:
“Bergoglio says it’s really no big deal!”
Dante placed – as the literate would know—
Numerous popes in Hell. Those in their day
Were arrogant as well: Hell likes them so.
Yes, Francis is called pope. For him I pray:
On him let all transcendent mercy flow!
(The same wish I do not extend to Shea.)

 

–Tom Riley

 

That Ain’t Rick

That Ain’t Rick

 

 

(for Maria Martin)

 

 

We have seen Rick Grimes on his knees before–
at Terminus, where he was set to be
butchered for meat. There, threatened to his core,
he told his captor, all defiantly,
that shortly he would beat the odds and see
the butcher executed with a blade
precisely named. Impossibility?
No! For it all worked out. That debt was paid.
So now we see him inwardly afraid
just because Negan shakes a baseball bat?
St. Lawrence Grimes cannot quite make the grade?
He blubbers like a baby, just like that?
I will not spend the breath here to decry it.
The truth is that I simply do not buy it.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Cannibal Commentary

Cannibal Commentary

 

 

You’ll have to cook him really well–
and, even then, you’ll tend to wonder.
Yes, food-borne illness can be hell.
You’ll have to cook him really well.
There is no certain way to tell
what inner sins he labors under.
You’ll have to cook him really well!
And, even then, you’ll tend to wonder….

 

 

–Tom Riley

Relationship Status

Relationship Status

 

 

I think that our relationship is neat

And simple and completely satisfying:

Your species is among those that I eat.

 

Communication’s often incomplete

Despite a lot of angst and aimless crying.

I think that our relationship is neat

 

Compared to all these others.  What a treat:

Between us there’s no risk of hurtful lying!

Your species is among those that I eat.

 

All flesh indeed is grass – and often wheat.

No body lasts – though not for want of trying

I think that our relationship is neat.

 

Neither of us can steal.  Neither can cheat.

All those suspicions simply aren’t applying.

Your species is among those that I eat.

 

Right now you’re wary, unconvinced, and fleet.

But finally there’s no way of denying

I think that our relationship is neat:

Your species is among those that I eat.

 

 

–Tom Riley