Dave Bonta's "Visceral" is a short, strange poem that links the body to the earth and to appetite. It opens with two conditions, "given the land" and "given love," as if setting out the basic ingredients of a life. From them comes "an enlarged mouth" that "makes things over." The mouth seems to stand for hunger and speech at once: it takes the world in and turns it into something new.
The second stanza turns more playful and a little unsettling. "Parts play a part" puns on the way the body's pieces each have a role. Then "the very heart gone / to supper" treats the heart as something that has wandered off to eat, or perhaps been eaten. The speaker doesn't say which, and that ambiguity is part of the pleasure.
The mood is earthy, wry, and slightly unnerving. The poem seems to suggest that feeling is bodily rather than abstract, and that love and land are both things we consume and are consumed by.