Turnip Thoughts

Vegetable mood: turnip thoughts,
deep pulsations in his trifling mind;
the untenanted scull
shelters no roving rumination,

no brown sauce to cover the spuds
part cooked, part fried, part covered

in lard, oh the lard, the drippings
from the godsโ€™ last bard
need a bitter brew to follow;

to swallow
all
is to swallow
the bitter and the sweet, the sour
and the creamed

the dreamed left
โ€“ to simmer.

Vegetable mood: turnip thoughts,
the last slice, the last dice
of carnivorous carnage
chained to the cage of history,
never again to become

โ€“ the story.

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