Don’t open that
parasol indoors—
a hail of spiders
will plague you.
*
Don’t throw away
the sweetbreads:
charred, they’ll yield
our readable fortunes.
*
Don’t point
the serving-
spoon handles toward
the early death.
*
Don’t strip the meat
down to the knob
of the joint that is
the jealous god’s.
*
If you must leave, having
no more stomach for the meal,
we’ll turn our plates
like steering wheels.
In response to Via Negativa: Hangman.