The Hunter

The blood splatters my face
As I pick up my prey 
The animal inside me
Lives another day

I shake it and listen
It ceases its breathing
The hole in its head
Has not finished bleeding

I skin the body down
I wrap up the meat
It goes to my freezer
Tonight I will feast

The faces are sweetest
I like them the most
My guests are oblivious
I'm a wonderful host

"A marvelous meal!"
A woman commends
If only she'd known
She was eating her friends