High fives all around.
You came, you saw, you conquered,
and now for lunch.
An interesting specimen, this –
Raw with gaping wounds
and it makes you laugh
you poke her with a stick.
Maybe she’ll snarl
put on a show
and give you something to smirk about
on the long journey home.
But this time,
she stares back with blinkless eyes
and the only sign of pain
is the rapid intake of breath moving bloody carcass.
Disappointed, you poke again – with sharper stick –
but she smiles and it is not at you
and it disarms you
you unify to strike the fatal blow.
But the footsteps of
startle and alarm
and you skulk in the shadows to nurse your grudge.
There will be no funeral today –
unless you bury the hatchet.
There will be no dirge –
until you pay the Piper.
And owning no soul-tokens for either,
you pack for your ego trip
High fives all around…