Saturday, February 10, 2007


What lengths we go to,
To achieve a fine blend,
Refining through breeding,
Domesticating wild ones,
Mixing and matching,
Purebreds and hybrids,
Pruning – weeding – feeding,
Subtle sampling,
Bitter disappointment of spoilt batch,
Choosing an age at which to pluck.

You humans, so hard to manipulate,
But so tasty, oh so tasty,
When harvested right.


etain_lavena said...

When you bite the flesh do you feel the pain, to you hear the screams?
No my dear, I marvel in pleasure.....:)

Bongga Mom said...

Hahaha, I love the ending! I think babies are yummy, but not in that way.. :)

DJPare said...

Wow, nice. I've never thought of humans as yummy - well, okay, a few of us...

Janie Hickok Siess, Esq. said...

I wasn't ready for that ending! Very clever. :-)

gautami tripathy said...

Yummy, yummy, yummy!

Do chk mine at:


Gemma said...

Like WC Fields....who liked children only if they were prepared properly.

KG said...

This is another twist-at-the-end poem. Love it!

So is this the signature poem of human-eating aliens?

paris parfait said...

Interesting take on the prompt - and quite a twist at the end!

tania said...

fabulous with an extra touch of creepy. loved it.

Pod said...

have you read 'under the skin' by michael faber??

Inconsequential said...

Thank you all for your kinda comments.

Sorry I haven't been round all your blogs to repay the kindness, it's been a busy time at work.
Should be back to normal after wednesday night...

I was hoping to imply vampires in this piece, but aliens will do just as well, after all everything is subjective.

And Pod - no, I haven't read that one, shall have to keep an eye out for it :)