Melt the fat around the heart;
Leave only muscle.
For us
Spectators
Leave
Only muscle;
Only trim the fat
To depth.
And, even if you
Nick the heart,
If you tear it
Or scratch it,
If you slice a petal off it,
Don’ t sweat it.
Be mindful only
That you leave the muscle
Clean,
Sheared of fat.
Or you can
Char the heart,
Melt down the fat,
Then eat it
With fucking
Fava beans.
Whatever you do,
Be sure
To leave the heart
Muscled: thick and delicious.
For we, citizens, have come
To both see and to be
The god and the heart;
We have come to become
The horns of the heart
Splintered into
Their plumpest sections.