HERO

Look at it there

the curdled heart

Of Achilles

(who no longer stands,

orates, or thinks.)

Torn out by the aorta

by the force of the blast

and placed

against a lily-white background,

exampling us all.

The work of Gods with savage hands.

Gods of bronze & Gods of corn.

Gods that crush 

& slash 

& burn.

Theirs the phalanx 

of maggots devouring

the farmed-Salmon meat of it,

off-pink. 

Theirs the slick black bloods

worming from the ventricles.

Peg your nose as you approach

this scene: it stinks.