I breathed my last goodbye on your table
Ravenous carnivores jumping to dig—
—into my flesh, slaughtered by your people
Feeling the hungry grins, their stomachs big.
On display, face down, for all to marvel
Last year, I was with you, what a thrill—
—it was, an egg unhatched, the world a pearl
You vowed not to eat me then — do you still?
And the toast is in progress, you’re speaking
On the altar, a slaughter to the lamb
And my cold, crucified, heart is beating
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am.
And the serving knife sinks into my skin
Let the feast begin.