Queen of The Food Chain

You sure know the rules.... to turn all heads the menu,
for this is all you show.
for this is all you have to offer as she grows pale and old,
this color was never you own ever since you bought the security control.
with ten feet of soil on you chest to choke any whiff of animation.
bury all risks forever.
walk on bloodred sands.
soaked with the grief of coveting docile hands.
crushed by your own rocks: and this is what you draw upon,
feast on the purity of decaying organic matter.
no need to cut off her wings.
your words lay like stones in her stomach.
she takes everything, she's the queen of the food-chain,
the last one to starve, the first one to bleed to oblivion.