Susurration
Soft swish of clothes and thoughts -
a supporting candor of these bodies
The continual walking back and forth;
the tap-clink of forks on trays scraping food into little bits:
a savage enterprise
And we smile with these little bits between our teeth,
trying to appear civilized
But our teeth are sharp,
and we chew civilization away because it
tastes good
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