Minted mash

She chopped her heart out with a dinner knife

Served it to her all her men with minted mash

They cleaned the plates with a forked tongue

And when she couldn't breathe, she stopped.

In bed she heard their footsteps under her pillow

Leaving boot prints in her dreams

That formed a face she once knew

Prepubescent; before the wolves came

Before the first table candle was lit.