Friends

I likes to eat my friends And make no bones about itI likes to eat my friends I couldn't do without itAin't a man or poet, friend I know just how you'll tasteYour limbs go sliding down my throat And never go to wasteYour death of course, will sadden meUntil I grok your essenceI know your life was not in vain When digestion is commencingConsider this a celebration And the deepest pact of friendsAnd I hope that you will dine on me When I come to an endEven friends may come to you With a new found revelationBut think of it as life renewed And not their termination"To know you is to eat you," Should be the code of loversDeath brings the highest act of love Preserved for one anotherPeople say that what you are Is only what you eatAnd my friends become a part of me Oh it's then that life's completeTo know you is to eat you The act of love supremeEach one of us inside himself Can appetise the dream