The man becomes a beast.
His veins drain of all coursing blood
and fill with a liquid instinct
That anything is vital.
The most abominable
and plagued objects
are in truth
the most essential sources of nutrition
to the beast
And he knows no other truth;
Once the man has been robbed of his water
His eyes pulsate in a blinding cadence.
How precious was the water he once consumed
and how easily
the man has forgotten the taste
of His holy elixir.
Is it wrong for him to see this way?
For if anyone were to go thirsty
as long as the beast turned man
I’m sure they’d taste
Even the most shameful remedies.