Feast
The first part of me they took
Was my head
They removed it with a hacksaw
It was almost gentle
It took hours to completely sever
Lab-coat officials holding me
Perhaps some soothing words
As my head was moved into
A sealed container
I was still aware
I could see my body as it became
Further away
But after a while, all that was left
Was my head
They pumped it full of antibiotics
So it could survive
And grow
And fulfil its purpose
They were going to eat
My head, served whole
On a fancy dinner plate
A banquet hall full of suits
Black jackets, black ties
Cold little eyes peeking
Through swollen faces
Cutlery made of animal bones
They couldn’t even wait
Until I was dead.