Spoils

See?
I told you he would still be here.
And he is,
look at him.

Harmonies lock into place,
skin is against skin.
silence, and the contrast of hues
in the morning because
it's the only time you can actually see.

See?
His mouth yawns open
and pulls shut.

Are we afraid of this light?
Hunger is only ever in the dark.
It's that foolish fear of seeing a feast when you've been starving for so long.
In the light you cannot crunch on the bones,
and rub your fingers slick with oil over your starving skin.
Some feasts are only by the night.

Can you feel this microchasm underneath your touching skins?
The morning's made you soft.
The hungry are never weak,
maybe because they've lost the ability
to speak.

It's hard, in their eyes,
and you can only see it in the dark.
They will cut into the bloody carcass
and shod their fingers with blood.

It's too late to be squeamish:
Don't fear the vultures,

You too feast in the dark.