Anthropophagi
Lucas Cunningham

​I felt my head - with wings of silk
From off my shoulders fly
It chriped - but once - before the Dusk
Did fill the auburn sky

I thought to think I could not think
Forsaken was my Mind -
And in its place beneath my neck
The Face it left behind

Blind and bereft - all that was Left
Once nightward thoughts had flown -
A gasping mouth - upon my Heart
a face but left Alone

I know not now where flew my Head
Nor how it felt to Die -
But I know grief - the Hunger of
The Anthropophagi