He drew his hands across my ribs
a gentle application
dry rub and a pour
of sour whiskey libation
herbs and a
handful of…
carnage hid the white
of my plate just right
pulled pork brisket
and the rack
leaving no room for greens
maybe a heart attack
while a culinary taxidermist
slaves in the kitchenette
breadcrumbs butter celery
the ducks cleaned and stuffed
(how else would they be?)
alight against
the light blue horizon on
the bathroom wall
mounted deer heads a quail
in the living room and dining hall
fall as if saying grace
Is this nature’s call?
where every trace of flesh
from bone can fall
into a pool of biscuits and gravy
What? no fishing pole
or big mouth bass
death for life
at least I refused to order
that piece of sole
Everyone welcome
in this inviting place
yours is no soul to rend
but on this night every night
there’s lots of space
perhaps it’s the case
the tofu and veggie
burgers offend
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