The First (and Last) Vegan Wendigo
The first taste of human flesh, bitter and corrosive,
Turned him into a beastly demon, hungering, forever
Slurping blood from wayward victims’ explosive insides
‘Till he met that angel of gut health and her dietary treasures.
He pledged to subsist on steamed broccoli, ginger root.
Thereafter upon kale, garbanzos, bulgur, and cherry quinoa
Did he feast, rapacious Bolton, with time, love, and tenderness.
Yet whenever he gave voice to his always-lingering craving for raw man
she retreated into a deep pit plated with armored macrobiotics.
The thundering hearts of our compulsions damn us in the end.
Every inch of flesh is edible and no vegetable’s a friend.