An Exquisite Organ
The organs make such fine delicacies
Take my heart for example.
It's a strong ventricled pumping machine
Steeped in iron rich blood and nutrients,
Webbed with intricate veins and arteries.
Why--any brutal carnivore would relish cooking up this rare find
Life has seasoned it for a sadist's palate:
A teaspoon of self-loathing to give it a bitter flavor,
A pinch of shame to make it sour,
Sprinkled with some lingering self doubt and questioning,
Infused with a good dose of ridicule and piercing laughter to balance out the flavors.
And cook it up with the ache for affection and understanding.
Why, Herr Chef, you have yourself a fine dish to serve
Perhaps it's best to serve it to your guests--cold.