The Offering

sugar sugar sugar sugar

they have got me again, those badbutt cupids

love me, loft me, lift me soft

up-raising, appraisal, examine

my left calf, small perfect

animal for gift, slaughter

have it. and thigh and knobbly

knee-bone, too. i'll throw in

more, ankle and rump

like any grinning charmed

fat-belly butcher, wiping hands

on the apron, on the last day,

on christmas, saying, hell

it'll spoil anyway, take it, take it


Free Free Free!