Romanticore - The Speed of Sound in Seawater

I liked you better when you fit in my pocket

Trembling so slightly I could fail to even spot it

Bite sized, still you had teeth enough to rend

The bites got bigger the more mouthfuls we tried to prevent

Didn’t even have to look you in the eye

God, they were awful eyefuls to behold

To be sure, they were not pure, those fetid springs we tried to cure

Still we rolled up our sleeves and went down with our sieves to the cay

The vacant gut

The manticore

I could only guess

The beast hungered for something more

Those yawning jaws

My dental awe

Three rows of incisors

And not a single flaw

Didn’t even have to look you in the eye

God, they were awful eyefuls to behold

They were rotten to the core, those loathsome fruit our orchard bore

Still at the first sign of drop we went out to the crop with our gloves

Don’t tell me 'bout all the flesh you’ve torn through

All the harems that you secretly are sworn to

Out comes the confession, now where’s the mystery?

Your history only serves to repulse me

Oh winged one

I’ll sleep while you eat

Just wake me up when you are done

Take to the air

If you must return for more

I swear I will not care