Cannibals Poem by Daniel Ionita

Remember the cannibals?
You were telling me to stay calm,
but those automatic cannibals
were hacking from my body chunks
as large as small continents.
I was already missing a third of my bones,
one eye and half of the left ear.
I was kicking at them with the one leg I still had,
and with my fists.
They would shriek, startled -
would draw backwards for a second,
but would hurtle back with a dumb hate
burning in their little devilish eyes,
and in their bloody teeth.
Two of them were fighting over my right ribs,
and about five-six were kicking and biting each-other
over part of my liver.
You were sitting at the little table on the terrace,
and were telling me to remain calm -
while biting from an apple,
and speaking with your mouth full.
One of them managed to get behind me,
sticking his finger through the ear-hole inside my brain,
He drew it out quickly, scraping some neurons
with his tongue from underneath his fingernail.
The bedlam was pierced by his cannibalistic howl,
his eyes rolled over and he dropped dead.
Suddenly all the other cannibals looked at each other in fright;
they started to run, and disappeared in a puff of dust
down all the roads, which lead to Rome.
You shrugged your shoulders,
looking at me with a superior smile on your face:
I told you so!