Eating One Poem by Paul Brookes

the post prandial mealwas, and I say this kindly, bland
but then wondering, aswe picked our teeth
with Adams rib, does a mantaste of his character
are women sweeter like apple blossom?

roasted or boiled would you taste the same
the cannibal said no, less fatty maybe but Europeans have no taste.
so blindly we are led to wonder about the spice of life,
ingesting of self begins and eyeballs pop.
eating another's brain does not make you more intelligent.

what do cannibals taste of, plagiarism?
you'll never find out they says as you bubble in the pot.
drinking your health from the skull of their last victim
as they rest upon your laurels likenarcissists do.