The napowrimo.net challenge for today is to write a poem completely composed of lines from other poetry; or joyous, shameless theft, so here goes :). I chose a cannibal theme, as that is what this poem is–pure cannibalism.
The taste of blood is in my mouth.
the god who feeds on his father and eats his mother,
I wait amongst the walls above wavering innocence to demand.
A lust, a hankering for carrion, a misogynous torment
piranha women/on a horror rampage.
every artist is a cannibal
grind those bones between your teeth
Suppose I were to eat you
Pleased to meet you, pleased to have you on my plate
and what could be more intimate?
from Chris Wallace-Crabbe;The Cannibal Hymn (translated by Tony and Willis Barnstone); Devon Baker; Stuart Barnes; Bono; xAshx; Doug Holder; Grace Jones; Susana H. Case; Tami HO Lai-Ming and Reid Mitchell