The Metal Hearted Figure

I watched him take you out of your comfort.

You didn’t want to come out,

by the wing he took you.

There was nothing I could do,

Cackle! Cackle! You went.

Here I stand with extra wetness in my eyes.

My heart was calling out to him,

But he refused to hear.

In his hands you were innocent,

but that wretch smiled at your painful cry;

because you were the dinner he was certain of

There you were, seeing me from feet to head;

Begging for unreachable mercies

No Dad! Please?

The metal hearted figure pulled your neck,

 With his smiling knife.

“Son if you want that leg on your plate,

 you would keep quiet.

              Right there, you close your eyes and I, my mouth.

The knife dance about your neck

Stiffened, you were until your head

Was in my father’s hand.

Now, here you are on my plate.

  How can I eat you?

(Written by Shernette Shaw)