Eating the Dead
Sam Genders
Lay you on my kitchen table
Cut you open tenderly
Eat your heart and eyes and mouth
Every word you spoke to me
Eat the day we swam at Whitby
Eat the wind as cold as ice
Eat the sun that warmed your skin
Your soft hand that reached for mine
Eat the coffee and the pancakes
Eat the films and fucks in bed
Eat the days the kids were born
The day we found out Jean was dead
Eat the roaring, blazing rows
Eat the never-ending hugs
Eat the anger and the kindness
Most importantly, your love
Lay you on my kitchen table
Cut you open tenderly
Eat your heart and eyes and mouth
Every word you spoke to me
Lay you on my kitchen table
Cut you open tenderly
Eat your heart and eyes and mouth
Every word you spoke to me