Look at it this Way

I have eaten Shakespeare,
Torn him limb from limb
So his innards sprayed across the desk.

I bit, ripped into the rotting flesh,
Chewed the stinking meat and
Felt disgusted with myself.

For such a crime, my love, should
Only take place among the holy
Ruins of a sinking monastery.

Not in a classroom full of
Blood stained uniforms, entrails
Coiled around identical table legs.