Baboons

Knocked on one knee like a pleading lover
My appeal, for mercy
But the scent of blood only brings them to a frenzy
Concessions sic the hoards on me 
Cut-eye, hunched backed, ghoulish figures descend from trees
Appraising the meal before they feast
Grazing the skin and feeling the meat
Wild carnivorous beasts
Fattened off the flesh of defeat