The dull thud of packing meat

It's my bare fist beating meat

I'm a meat eater and meat is me

I'm a meat eater bearing recoiled red teeth

With veneer forget-me-knots

I'll always be a part of you

With born again birth rite

Our baptismal names we lose

A soul's exit from a food source is quick, painless, and without force

I'll pick up the scent; i'll ride the rail

And it's easy hunting along blood trail

It skinned my life

It saved my hide

It drained my fluids

And carved out my insides