If I had known
would I have run?
How could I?
He was wolf
dressed as lamb
And now here I am,
Leftover of his repast
Reheated for your
consumption
Probed and poked
Prodded and turned
Am I done yet?
Are you?
Will you linger
at the table
Smacking your lips
Sniffing the air
Scenting my shame
all over
As you file me down
to a nub of useless bone
refusing support