Flesh Pie For Entertainment Meat Poem by Paul Fisher

Will you know the dead by then?
Sitting in serenity’s orchard of fraud
Looking for letters unwritten, lost, and never sent

We dehumanize amongst the lions den
No matter the lesson, we’ve never learned to be taught,
Will you know the dead by then?

As deadly as the angel’s kiss of ferment
I am the bloodless nomad
Looking for letters unwritten lost and never sent

I have nothing more to lend
Lent it all to the shepherd, lost in the fodder of the lad
Will we know the dead by then?

When we see us in the disgusting, sick, and true blend
Fighting for the sake of being fought, and water-logged?
Looking for letters unwritten lost and never sent

Nobody cares. Who cares? This is the beautiful end
Which in the beginning was found but still sought
Do you know the dead by now?
Looking for letters unwritten lost and never sent