You eat a songbird
From beginning to end.
You pierce your gums
With tiny ribs
For a squirt of her liquor
Down your throat.

Mitterrand hid his pleasure & his shame
Under a clean white napkin as
His own blood mixed with his last meal.

We are kept in the dark
To be tender & fat.
The ortolan bunting sings
A beautiful song &
Stains our teeth from behind.