The Carnivore Song


Let's dance like wolves
In our leathers and furs
Under hot red lights
On a thick, sticky night.

You've got strong white teeth
Your skin's prickling with heat
And you know that I need you
Like our teeth need meat.

So let's do this like falcons
Screaming down for the kill
Not like sluggish old lizards
Who don't feel the thrill.

Stephen Swann, 1991

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