Pasquale DiMeola

Veteran Poet - 1,013 Points (Newark, New Jersey)

Dining With Cannibals - Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

'Two Bloody Marys.'
he ordered, rubbing hands together.
'It's a lucrative enterprise, '
she gleamed with cauldron eyes.
He fingered out the rib meat between
his teeth and placed the tidbits
onto a heart shaped napkin.
'Isn't the liver to die for? '
she giggled.
'It is, however you must carve it with care, '
he warned.
'Oh, I never crush the cash cows, '
she reiterated. 'Cash cows will transform into sports cars.'
Gravy dribbled around his lips as he laughed bombastically.
The waiter cleared the table of plates and asked,
'Dessert? '
He looked at his female companion and blurted,
'It's your call.'
She boldly smiled to reply, 'Yes, after all,
it is a woman's right to choose.'

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death


Comments about Dining With Cannibals by Pasquale DiMeola

  • Kelly Kurt (9/5/2015 11:43:00 AM)


    Very well worded and executed poem, Pasquale (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2015



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