The Final Course

I stare into a belly through the eyes of a beast
Made a toast to life and commence the feast
We chewed up mitten creams till our mouths would ooze and foul
Devour man from meat, sucking marrow from the bone
Washed it down with wine, Vintage 1953
Leaned back in our chairs, sucked a bone and picked our teeth
Gazing at our bellies, I watched the unfolding of time
Stricken by a bolt eyed brother, there’s no way that child is mine
Silence gripped the table till the sobbing began
And her console and the scolding from the wives of all the men
To glare down at the plates, faces flushing red
The women now demanded a platter with my head
The knowledge in my head fit the anger in my heart
The vomit in my hands meant the chocking will soon start
I grabbed the throat of the nearest shrew, she was sitting at my right
Someone brained me with a skillet, boom boom, out go the lights
I was watching from above my body
Face down on the floor
They gathered round my carcass, gasping in horror
What do we do about the body, someone cried
I heard them without a body, «there can be no trial»
But the meat all quickly changed and they all got down to work
That is how it was I who became the final course