Shelter Poem by Stan Petrovich

I give you salt in this cave

this cavernous body of ours

you eat meat with salt as well

the tongue, the brain, the skin

first that lickerish liver



I am all over it as well

as we gorge on a plentiful kill



the feast is for us alone here

hidden

and we use everything that is offered

by the beast



is not the beast us?

is the praying for meat part of our skin as well?

were there others they too would

participate, sated,

salted, their bellies ready to burst;

but, no, my love, it is only we

having an all-night supper;

gathering strength for another day of

hunting one another...