Voraciously I devour them,
Chew them, change them,
Until there is no longer any mystery to them;
They are mine, wholly, and I throw away the bones.

The last one was too meaty,
Too raw; he struggled and he wounded me
I still find bits of him stuck between my teeth.

The next one shall be easier,
Softer; a gentleman's flesh, a pure soul
Something sweet to eat.