a spitted heart is turning, roasting chambers black as ash 
now the parts contrived for yearning weep to distraction

days in past it beat warm bodies, pumped an acrobatic core
grew as if a charméd poppy, velvet petalled, hollow cache

howling envy tore the fates with their poisoned overaction
cast a vengeance, gore for mate, plucked the organ clean

fine dining for degenerates, fang and finger, tooth and jaw
plates the shining, reddish counterfeit, a lush subtraction

mangiare! morsel, crumb, and kind; this meat is lean
the carven torso of this mind I harbor sweats its sorrow

and corners throbbing eyes and tongues, the shadows
knocking, sobbing knees and lungs but never in between