I love a poem that is well thought out, most people would have taken the theme and just wrote on their favorite particular food; your poem was refreshing for the way it approached the subject in a very different way. Normally I wouldn't speak to the elements of a poem as I don't want to sway the thoughts of those who read it, a sort of "to each their own" interpretation, however I really felt this was deep enough it merited discussion.
Whenever I read anything I pay special attention to it's title, Kuru, a disease widely speculated to be transmitted via cannibalism gives this poem an unexpected meaning. Read it without the title and I have thoughts of tribal Africans or American Indians which believe heavily in rituals by fire and spirits within beasts. The thrill of the hunt, the beauty of death and rebirth through the sustaining of another. Read it again with the title in perspective and now those same thoughts become perverse yet gives such rational feelings to what the speaker is saying, like what it must feel like to be a vampire or Hannibal Lecter.
The speaker takes such pleasure in the hunt, the victory and savoring in the consumption of the prize, yet the title also speaks volumes about the end of the speaker:
The very thing so enjoyed will be the thing that leads to their death. Un-able to hunt, to dance to even swallow...leading to starvation...to death...unknown to the speaker, much like the "victim" of the poem, the speaker now becomes the hunted. A prize for death.Symptoms of kuru include:
* Coordination problems, eventually becoming severe
* Difficulty walking (cerebellar ataxia)
* Swallowing difficulty
* Tremors and muscle jerks (myoclonus)
Difficulty swallowing and the inability to feed oneself lead to malnutrition or starvation.