Dirge of the Trepanoid

The Trepanoid laughed
and they ordered his head
to be brought on a plate.
This was calamity!

Boil the water
it’s time for the feed:
in the light of this moon
in this moment of greed.

The meat was red
on the Trepanoid’s back
fished from the pan
to their mouths: Dribble!

Cooked in a minute
devoured in a second
flared in the cooker
now their guts are full.

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