Taxidermy Supper

He drew his hands across my ribs a gentle application dry rub and a pour of sour whiskey libation herbs and a handful of... carnage hid the white of my plate just right pulled pork brisket and the rack leaving no room for greens maybe a heart attack while a culinary taxidermist slaves in the kitchenette breadcrumbs butter celery the ducks cleaned and stuffed (how else would they be?) alight against the light blue horizon on the bathroom wall mounted deer heads a quail in the living room and dining hall fall as if saying grace Is this nature's call? where every trace of flesh from bone can fall into a pool of biscuits and gravy What? no fishing pole or big mouth bass death for life at least I refused to order that piece of sole Everyone welcome in this inviting place yours is no soul to rend but on this night every night there's lots of space perhaps it's the case the tofu and veggie burgers offend