Would it have been better if I stayed? Swallowed up the shame, Given them what's left of me? Do I have it to give?

Can I offer the scraps now? Gristle and bone. Chewed up and rotting. Or will it make them sick; Corrode their insides, poison them?

I could be in the woods. Left for the insects to clean. Until the iron smell is gone; Until I am bleached and brittle. Ready to display.