The horrible meal...

On a dish on the table, nothing but your head
in the midst of green and red lettuce---
all the rest gone into other folk's mouths.
Your eye dead, under its pale window
like a stagnant pond under ice.
And your mouth wide open
stayed
in a posture of weird laughter.
It's as if your destiny amused you,
Having in your turn escaped
thousands of sea mouths,
to be caught by a vermin of the land,
and violanted,stitched with leaves,
crafted by a fine cook
to pleasure the mouth and false teeth
and eyes too, under their fashioned glasses,
carving for every delicacy from sea and land
before I'm a titbit myself for littler vermin.
Isn't that funny ?
Oh, indeed. I hope...