Coup

I grow crow in my one-man factory farm.
Haven’t you heard?

It’s funny

how humans evolved to not feel
because safety first,
which brings me to the murder.

I saw an angel once,
treated her like the others:
     suspended her upside down
     electrocuted her
     so she wouldn’t notice the blade that slit her throat
     bled her
     boiled her dead
     defeathered her wings
     and left her to rot in my fridge.
When it is my turn
be sure
to stun me properly.
Harm, perhaps, but no foul.

Yes, yes. I have blood
on my hands.
Also blood on my feet
and ankles and knees,
waist-deep in blood, and still she won’t stop bleeding.

Tonight I will have to feast.