reindeer heart soup

you are a delicacy here.
your silvery hide
like a dusty mirror.
your fluttering lashes

hide eyes like windows.
hoping you are
seen but not watched.
save your appetite.

you are a platinum fixture
in a golden ceiling.
alive but not moving,
willing but not hopeful.

no word is too long for you;
no heart too closed.
they must pour boiling water
down your throat.

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reindeer heart soup

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