Sees red before its eyes,
Joins with its friends and chases a monkey,
And begins to pulvarize,
In a way, that speaks more,
To its desire for blood,
Than to a need for meat,
Or any progress forward,
So too are my eyes,
My spigot's released,
A reaction to the clash,
Between desire and need.
Is that what they're doing,
Having an existential feast,
A primordial expression of the bond,
Between human and beast?
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