Stuffed Heart

I'll begin with
a cold drench, cut
off the fat, all signs
of gristle. Stuff
with things that might
tempt: lemon thyme,
a morel duxelles. Two hours
low light braising
in a bath of red,
should break down this
hard worked muscle,
nothing like the shape
that floats helium filled
or the penknife carved
valentine, into my offering
of spoon soft offal.

Stephen Bone

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Stephen Bone would be pleased to hear them.