Flower Blood

Some innocent flower
Can’t know the death coming
On wings
Suddenly, it’s impaled
By a microscopic dagger
Of a beak
He drinks it’s fluids till he’s full.

Fiber-optic wings
Beat faster than the speed of dark
Let him lure
You, till it’s too late
No sweet bird here
You don’t know
How many flowers he’s drank.

Beak dripping with blood
He seeks his next victim
Rapacious
And insatiable appetite
From a jumped-up metabolism
Somewhere
They’re eating grilled
Hummingbirds on a stick.