Ode to the Inhuman
You are as vital to me as my blood,
With your exacting, cold art as sharp as knives
And as greedy as a babe for mother's milk.
I love your terms and the sense of your dark spirit
Which hides beneath your word "humane."
Humans, rife, hungry humans,
How I love you so and my lifetime wouldn't be the same
if you weren't in my sight.
Nothing can compare to you, nothing at all,
You are children of God, a fiend's delight
And, most importantly, we're married, oh humans!