87. Food [100 poems challenge]

87.          Food

Your body reaches
From the mud,
A slimy leech is
Hunting blood.
You should be chided
As it’s rude
That you’ve decided
I am food.

23 July 2013

Comments: I think chiding is a fairly mild reaction to such predatory actions, don’t you? (Never mind the rampant hypocrisy reflected in what I decide is food!)

Themes to come: 88. Pain; 89. Through the Fire; 90. Triangle; 91. Drowning; 92. All That I Have

Explanation about the 100 poems challenge here.