Flesh Poem by richard ilnicki

My flesh
is a divided kingdom
and lives comfortably inside the schism.
My flesh,
the carnal prehistoric natue of evolutionary phylum
possesses prehensile thumbs, and saber-toothed incisors.
My flesh is a monkey
with intestinal fortitude enough to eviscerate its organs,
then nonchalantly eat its neighbor's.

My flesh is
powerful enough to tear through timber
like a determined beaver.

My flesh rips off
the mercenary heads of bounty hunters
like emasculated revolutionaries.
My flesh acts without premeditation,
remorse, or conscience;
this is the natue of flesh unleashed.
It tears violently at the carcass
rupturing the hemorrhaging organs
of good men brought down
by the salacious teeth of lust,

Men hunting
where they ought not to have been hunting.