The Matador

In the deep jungle shadows
lurks a beast of great power
that lusts my soul like meat
or ripened fruit turned alcohol
you have wanted me wrong
and long
but it is death they serve you
on a silver flying platter
they, you do not understand
does death matter
it's only a metaphor
for other things no one can defend
there is a death to silence
and the light everyday
but no analogy
tells the truth better
than you to me