The dull thud of packing meat.nIt's my bare fist beating meat.nI'm a meat eater and meat is me.nI'm a meat eater bearing recoiled red teeth.nWith veneer forget-me-knots.nI'll always be a part of you.nWith born again birth rite.nOur baptismal names we lose.nA soul's exit from a food source is quick, painless, and without force.nI'll pick up the scent; i'll ride the rail.nAnd it's easy hunting along blood trail.nIt skinned my life.nIt saved my hide.nIt drained my fluids.nAnd carved out my insides