Not just the bread
the wine, too – the full deal.
hardly revolutionary now
Behind the whisk
of batter, whack of eggs
splash of milk, stain of grape juice
financial austerity on the radio
pop-hackle-sing of hot oil
snow falling faster and faster outside
I’m thinking: bread, wine, access.
hardly revolutionary now
I’m thinking of the year 1530 and I
am still the Pöbel, the rabble, the 99%.
But this document said yes,
said both. I hear yes
in the kettle-keen, in the citrus-sting
and every sharp blessing I taste
and take for granted.
still revolutionary now
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What a great reflection! I appreciate the creative insights.
What a fine poem! I love the sounds: whisk, whack, splash; pop-hackle-sing; kettle keen, citrus sting. Luscious.