A windpipe’s crushed
The feast begins
With a quick kill
It’s not in anger
Nor for a thrill
A breath is lost
Blood is lapped
A tiger feeds
Nothing’s wasted
Fulfilled needs
A soft touch
A prick of pain
Sweet innocence dies
The wheel has turned
Softly she cries
The eternal enigma
To sustain life
Something is lost
The price that’s paid
Covers the cost
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