Ca-aw, ca-aw is my call. “Mates, I have just found a treat.”. As I wait, saliva fills my mouth with the thought of the tender meat on those rigid white bones. Perhaps there’s morbidity in my thought, but we aren’t all that vain. We consider that bodies found in the field, for example, are less likely to be found and recognized, as well as ourselves, for if we had feasted downtown, daring looks would be shot at us. However, consider that the person was already dead during my feast. Despite its sentimental value to a being or another, it’s life has already been drained from it, so is it worth keeping the outer shell if the soul isn’t there? For this reason, we enjoy and use the corpse to the fullest; we aren’t savouring its death, we are savouring
