In A Dungeon, A Moon Is Just A Rock

I put my heart in a box,
I locked it
inside
to out,
my head turned the locking key.
Heartbars, headmaster.
My head smiled down:
a sun without heat,
a padlock with no trick
no key, and
drooled.

AND THEN DINNER!

It was the greatest feast:
the wolf caught the child,
and I earned my place among the learned -
I tasted sooooo good on a porcelain plate
I ate it all!

and in the dungeon
my heart melted into stone
and became the walls that held it,
became the clasp,
became the lock,
became a dead, unmoving rock,
became a snake who knew everything but its own tail
and chased itself forever.