and pieces of it are falling
into a bowl
someone killed me
and is cooking me
and then
I remember the world
how it rose like a demon
how I screamed in terror
as it cut my throat
with its fingernail
and I bled
trembling to death
and now I can hear its
stomach growling
I can hear it making
happy noises
as I and others
are meshed together
and I lose myself
completely
and get blended
with everyone
before we are thrown
into boiling oil
though that doesn’t
make any difference to us
now that we are dead
and to nothing wed.