My heart is a pound

of entrails

a hunk of rotten meat

that used to love

that used to beat

Lighter than a pound

of turkey feathers

slopped on the butcher's scale

cheaply displayed

and deflated

in the hollow showcase 

of this chest

between the cow tongues 

and the pigs' feet

Not to mention 

that nauseous smell of

blood, bleach and mopping pail

-discounted, half-priced

heart for sale