Savage

When such a question provokes the mind,
It may travel to the days of Marlow;
Spears and offerings are what you’d find,
Neither sought to be borrowed.
Perhaps it wanders to the Visigoths,
And their loss against the Moors;
Or perhaps it wanders to the moths,
Hanging outside your door.
Whether it be the neighbor who runs over animals,
Or the butcher down the street,
Maybe even the rumored cannibals;
Their deaths would make your life complete.
Whatever your idea of average,
What do you find savage?