come to me

dismembered aliens

mouths open, watery eyes

I will grunt, you can howl

dark and energized

the roaring flood

crying "out,out"

of the street of blood

come to me

with a stick of bread

provided by the hand that feeds

strike at the hunger

of the common man

strike at the murder

the master's plan

come to me

with your ears ablaze

with the sound of the leash

and the trainer's gaze

upon a throat, a torso

a severed head

I now pronounce you

alive and dead