Butchered Little Art Pieces

With tender eyes

You tenderize me,

meat hooks sinking in

with the looks

that guide the 

knife that slices

with each touch of skin

the cold metallic table,

unable yet manic

falling apart,

panic attacking

with each touch of the blade,

the butchers art,

taken from a stable,

for the sake of forsaken fables

feeble chunks,

fragments made into saleable pieces

the heart aside a different species

in a bucket,

It'll make great sausages.

Reviews

[Elaine Christie]

'the heart aside a different species in a bucket' powerful line and very touching! Loved this poem. This would have been great in 'Restless Bones'!