what happened

we sold the glue for our hearts,
now the meat flakes apart,
its so light, too light like sparks,
but our hair is in heavy braids,
and our plates are sunk in heavy cream,
but our mouths are cloy with bitter words,
and our dumb struck wives are bitter birds,
caged up in crates, contained in crowns,
pricked by wasp tails, and death leaking bee ones,
we sold the glue for our hearts,
now the meat flakes apart,
light as puff pastry,
pink and tender,
raw, red raw.