When We Have to Rescue from those We Love

(For Ace)

I hear praise for my work

offering sanctuary for the few

who, through serendipitous luck,

survive the deadly demands 

of your taste buds

But this praise rings hollow

when we sit down to eat

Your knife cuts their flesh,

I feel the knife in me

Who do you think we 

are rescuing them from?

written for Ace Wilde, and from his point of view, based on his own beautifully heartfelt words

January 25, 2020