Kate Ii Poem by Robert Anthony

Last telling the tale of the lovely Kate
About to ask for our first formal date

The Gods had decreed her to my collection plate
Quenching the thirst for the Devil's mortality rate

I question where to make the first incision
Transverse above the breast my decision

Organs opening as flowers once bloomed
Soon to be desecrated under the soil entombed

The garden's daffodils n' roses of varying hues
Crimson pinks, scarlet shades of violent blues

She is soiled and defiled and bears another's child to the naked eye unforeseen
The shower's steam sparkle n' gleam, as I carve the liver and oh such a tender spleen
The pericardium fluid washes away the liver's bile, an ultimate climactic aquamarine
Fondling the liver I can almost forgive her for she herself a mere child seventeen

Dazzling Brilliant Ruby Red droplets, creating pattern from this Intimate splatter
I'm calm and composed not like Alice's friend the chaotic brain scattered Mad Hatter.