I eat (high-quality) human meat

Headless body, what a treat!
Decapitated crying meat!
The mistresses scurry, their dresses all flurry
Did you make the table for me?

Her heart at the end of my fork
The popping and dropping of corks
Festivity lividly crushes all sympathy
Now you’re like the taste of good pork
Drink Italy dig in New York
Sweet cicely fidgety white nearly instantly
Now you’re floating leaves in my tea