Selfless

That beautiful menace:
the desire for no desire,
the virtue of starvation.
Patron saint of annihilation,
they will use every part
of the animal that is you—
hot and wet and red,
marrow spilling into the soup,
bones into glue,
flowers sprouting from a carcass.
A feast for the senseless.
Your skull above their fireplace.
Go. Bleed out with love.