Tragedy

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.