Leftovers

Leftovers

When he arrived
the feast was over.
Still the host
showed him
a table where
he saw with
some amusement
the remains
of his memories.

In the tulip glass
he saw the
red of his
bleeding heart.
In the crystal plate
he saw
the grey of his
rotting brain.
On the Dias
he saw his
shadow dance
in pace
with his
host’s waltz.
Wow, how precise
his steps are.

And he began
to nibble
on the leftovers
his host gave him
though he couldn’t
recall where
he has seen
him before.
Yes, the host.