Blood on the bread

The blood on the bread tastes so nice

You said & I agreed, politely “yup, yup”

as we all do- like the futile Yeats socialites

back in 1916. Darling, whatever you say

right now is true. We are truly networked

vampires sucking marrow, chewing bread

and smelling delicious blood on the meat

sticking between our fingers which type

meaningless pulp like the stuff I am writing

so that you can like it without thinking and

we can postpone disbelief that morning slaughter

visits our table everyday.