New Taxidermy

If only you could corner bad luck,
capture its cosmic willingness
to rule the unruly, palm its prickly
hide for pleasure before using it
like a cueball. Something to smash.

If only you could invent a new taxidermy
for faith, decorate blank walls with worms
fished from the rotten jawbones
of its iconography. Talk about
a conversation piece.


I helped you
up and gnawed
what was left to the core.


you say that some things are most lit,
most magnificent and vivid,
like, right before they have to die.


they look like tiny, ripped-out human hearts.