Picture
Stories.
Saw,
the blood of death
that
reaped a soul,
to
create life against
the
backdrop of change.
Evolutionary
cycles call
a
shift in the world,
where
man and woman
meat
their makers today.
Gamey
bird the favourite
amongst
the haunting imagery,
where
something strange
afoot
on Lindum greene,
took
us all away
on
a journey of discovery.
The
pasty tones conspire
invoking
hasty imaginations.
Six
has perfect number
indeed
to describe doubts,
about
the reason of why
life
be shown so chillin'.
Where
someone over-willing
laid
bare the open truth.
Such
virtue of our youth
hanging
for all to see.
A
heart that beated
cut
from where hunger,
gorged
on every type
of
flesh and bone and sinew.
And
everything that's in you,
changed
upon the icy slab.
And
carving knives
had
remade token lives.
Meat
the subject has
evoked
a crazy idea free,
of
what's important now
in
life or death today.
Or
love and hate combined,
the
journey helped us find,
some
deeper answers
floating
into questioning mind.
Behind
the counter, hare,
pay
all for what we share,
a
death of life becomes
rejoicing
to the eater.
When
understood its cycle,
divine
the process change,
pleasant
the pheasant her meat,
proving
her death so sweet ...
On
her art display of 'Meat the Maker.'
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