Death Trophy

Written January 26, 2011.

Sitting at the table,
With my napkin on my lap,
Staring at a trophy-
And the trophy's staring back.

All it does is look at me,
Daring me to take a bite,
Hoping I'll show sympathy,
Hoping I will do what's right.

I put my fork back on the table;
Move my cup and eat some bread.
I want to eat, but I'm not able-
To eat the meat when I am staring at the head.