L'aura del Campo

Last Supper

Last supper

They feast tonight,
flee before dawn's light.
Those just hatched glow red.
They're well fed,
unaware their first is their last.

They'll die after the cock crows once,
before it crows twice.

High noon, their End of Time,
looms lethal.

But tonight they attend the family supper:
mother, siblings, uncle.

Spread out like a smørgåsbord,
they feast on me.

© Kåre Enga 2014.noviembre.8

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