Animal Instinct

Clawing its way,
from spine to cerebellum,
the tiger roars.


Bestialities finest hour
ticks its final tock.
The perverse tempo of
marauding claws


has beaten the chaos
drum raw.  Now meat,
for the feeding, drips
its blood on thoughts
tongue.  This feast was


worth the violence and
forsaken virtues.  Like
fucking for applause - 
The rush will split your soul!