I, Sausage

...desire to ask

and not to know

now nor 

how,

the answer itself

inconsequential, as I

...in this mass

of misinformation

draped by butcher's

apron...

...where many cooks

wipe their hands

in lieu of soiling up

the towels;

I, Sausage

...would close my sense

and experience

if I could 

avoid,

the mess that I 

myself, am making

...with these ingredients

at once, suspect and yet,

described as heaven

sent...

...held across 

the flames in a

pan-de-

monium 

...the carnage said to be pleasing 

to the gods, in a splitting-image

...I, Sausage.