May Issue: Reckoning Day

Omnibenevolence

A cannibal will rip you to shreds
And judge you for your meat.
What is tender?
What is sweet?

He will spread your lungs,
Expanding to fill a tennis court, Investigate your air tubes,
Find where your breath has before been short.

The blood He will drink,
And with the vessels He will tie a noose,
A rope to wrap twice around Earth, Retribution just enough for Zeus.

Your DNA he will needle
A tightrope to Pluto
He will walk across and read you
Passing your livelihood to Juno.

A cannibal is a judge
And he will decide which pieces
The meat, the mind, the conscious,
Have wrought you with diseases.

Our lives are measured
In the actions we commit,
The graces we bestow,
And the atrocities we permit.

The cannibal will taste these choices,
Decide a fate worthy of Him,
You are forced to trust His judgement,
Trust the delicacy he will make of your s(k)in.

The judgement will come from the cannibal,
From the hunger of above.
And this, if you remember rightly,
This will be called love.
_{Belial, 18, England.}