is sweeping the tabletop clean
brushing off all crumbs
cleaning off the debris
some giant hand
is patting down a new cloth
and laying out the dishes
ignoring all the wishes
of the permanent guests
some giant hand
is grabbing the nuts under the table
or fingering the vents
or otherwise twisting short hairs
to ensure that no one dares
upset the dinner plans
some giant hand
is pulling out the chair from the table
bidding you sit down and wondering
what is on the menu
a roasted breast marsala with potatoes and beans
or perhaps confit saltier to the taste
than the skin of your daily oppressor
yes some giant hand
is cooking your own goose
as you sit at table to eat someone else's
and guilt makes you perspire at you swallow
a forkful and a drink makes you heady enough to be
a cannibal as some giant hand sticks its hand
up your ass to wrench out the innards
to prepare for the stuffing
the feast of the World continues
and look at the God in His goofy chef's hat
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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