Further Notes on Her Enlightenment

At last she turned on herself, laughing
Like a hyena that found a fresh carcass.
The vultures had not yet arrived and
The flesh of the ego was there for the eating.
No more idle grazing on grass and hay.
No more blaming others for the faults
Attending lack of consciousness.
No more lying, stealing of style and faith.
No more boozing at the public house.
The rattling carriage of her totality halts.
A passenger gets down and walks away.
But not before she had noticed who it was.
She grew ever more curious about herself,
And preferred above all else the quiet mind.
After all that work, what does she get but
An angelic chance to eat herself.

A butcher am I, defined by my slashes.
I cut at the joints and drain the blood.
I burn the bones and eat the ashes.
Only then do I taste my food.