cannibals

Into the fine country villages where the gardens are properly managed
Every leaf considered every blade of grass, polishing every steel black painted gate
Up there where the community sit in their country home the phone rings
It rings like a little girl jumping rope but no one answers it

Stories are told as neighbors rest yet soon it's time to move
It's like the sun itself is prioritizing for us
Reflecting off that beautiful car
steering wheel fills your hands and like the sun in the sky you move

Down to the neighborhood below where motives are all unknown
Where their arts and crafts and esoteric carvings mesmerize you
Where they walk naked under the moonlight mixing envy in your nightcap
That freedom hit a vein in your heart now your beats a millisecond off

You follow them like a lost antelope
as naked as they trying to acquire their secret for vitality
You awaken upside down and still naked
ready for the embers of their cooking pit.