Whence You Came
We’re on opposite sides, me and you,
of the fence. I’m passing by. Not through.
Are you aware of that? I’m not a threat.
We eye one another. Stare. What
do you make of me? I feel the need to
inform you mutton is off the menu.
So are chops. So is shank. No need to
thank me. Fish still features
which means not all creatures are safe.
But you and your kind are. Lamb shank was
once a favourite of mine and mentioning it
is awakening something. I’m a vampire
recalling blood. I need to put a barrier
between me and that particular desire.
I’ll go and leave you to your constant quest;
you seek the greener grass. The tastier.