Human Offal

Liquified remains Boiling on my stove Savoring the stew Filled with hair and bones Broth made of marrow Is what I am craving Please another bowl There’s space that I’m saving Nothing in the world can ever take me from this place Slurping down a soup made from your heart and your face Freshly killed skin sizzling in a pan smells so good I will always choose to eat the flesh off your ribs if I could Cadaver du jour Cadaver du jour Cadaver du jour That homecooked meal It’s comforting Prepared with love My soul is warming Seasoning the organs Eyes sliced oblong Chopped up toenails Make me sing this song Nothing in the world can ever take me from this place Slurping down a soup made from your heart and your face Freshly killed skin sizzling in a pan smells so good I will always choose to eat the flesh off your ribs if I could Cadaver du jour Cadaver du jour Cadaver du jour