Queen Of The Food-Chain

You sure know the rules

To turn all heads to your menu

For this is all you show

... For this is all you have to offer

As she grows pale and old

This color was never your own ever since you bought the security of control

With then feet of soil on your chest to choke any whiff of animation

Bury all risks forever

Walk on blood-red sands

Soaked with the grief of coveting docile hands

Crushed by your own rocks

And this is what you draw upon:

Feast on the purity of breathing organic matter

No need to cut off her wings:

Your words lay like stones in her stomach

She takes everything

She's the queen of the food-chain

The last one to starve

The first one to bleed into oblivion