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.