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.