by William Greenway
Good evening, my name
is Brian, and I’ll be your
Demon tonight. I’ve committed
the menu to memory,
the same as last night
and the night before.
There’s a choice of ham or rib,
shoulder or shank of another
of the damned, with confiture of crow.
The Lechery Special is toad-
in-the-hole, or bangers and buns,
and spotted dick with custard
Brutus I always seat
at a table by himself,
give him Caesar salad (w/ chicken),
and from our list of Just Desserts,
a Napoleon. Napoleon
gets beef Wellington, and shares
a booth with Prometheus, eating
his own liver and lights.
Naughty Jack likes tripe,
sautéed, or steak and kidney pie,
and Judas picks at hung hare:
“Hung for the hung,” I always quip.
He leaves a tip
of silver coin.
Everyone gets ptomaine,
up all night and vomiting—
all part of the dining experience—
and just when they’ve gotten to sleep
I wake them up with breakfast
in bed, stick it under their noses,
open their bloodshot eyes
to sinner sausage, brains and eggs,
and Kate and Sidney pies.