The savages love you

While their tattoos mock my supposedly more sophisticated ways,

As I witness their sharman, festooned in idols that rattle rhythmically, with every jerk of the head,

Officiate over a primitive ceremony to an ominously pulsing drone, supposedly to exorcise the demons in you,

With eyes stretched wide open enough, to carry more than a hint of madness and a pinch of malice,

In that intense glare, focused with intent.

I could not help but reflect this must not have been too far from what a human blood sacrifice in years past must have been

It was only when the knife flashed over your flat body that i realised that was exactly what it was

Alas, it was too late

And both of our lives had already been deemed forefeit