Saturday, September 22, 2018

With belly rumbles,
salivary floods,
these morsels
assault his senses,
play with his passion
to eat.

He lets them lie
beneath his breath,
his silent thanks
and remember
the mother of all
from whence they come,
remember:

 the reaper's blade,
 the miller's wheel,
 the oven's fire
 the wheat underwent
 to become this bread.

 the blood,
 bones and teeth
 the milk moved through
 becoming butter and cheese.

 the birth of flesh,
 its growth and death,
 bleeding and skinning,
 chilling and cooking
 to be his meat.

Before these pieces
pass taste buds,
teeth and gullet,
he holds them in thought,
so with this awareness
the Mystery gets to enjoy again.