09-25-2012, 11:25 AM
Bakers never learn the fear
they stir in the batter.
Every weekday morning,
they threaten him with garbage cans,
egg shells tossed on butter wrappers;
throw his feet into the oven.
All that before the tasting,
whole families plunged
down into the darkness
of a kitchen's body bag.
Just last week, the Scones were buried,
requests for cremation silenced
with a twist of drawstrings, a knot,
a heavy march outside.
If all goes well,
a cake can expect a freezer,
walled in glass, to view
the very person who will pay
an arm to taste
in the comfort of home.
they stir in the batter.
Every weekday morning,
they threaten him with garbage cans,
egg shells tossed on butter wrappers;
throw his feet into the oven.
All that before the tasting,
whole families plunged
down into the darkness
of a kitchen's body bag.
Just last week, the Scones were buried,
requests for cremation silenced
with a twist of drawstrings, a knot,
a heavy march outside.
If all goes well,
a cake can expect a freezer,
walled in glass, to view
the very person who will pay
an arm to taste
in the comfort of home.
Written only for you to consider.