The Evening Meal
We're the infidels
in this below average
hard sell seduction.
Blood on their hands shows
the truth of the low drama
they brought in to us.
I heard there are buds
on the sideboard, Satanic
fruit in that red bowl
Nick left last Tuesday,
and a frozen roast thawing
for tonight's dinner.
Old Nick knows we would
eat the damn apples again
if the buds don't bloom.
I shall truss up this
roast knotted with proper twine,
then give the cook Hell.
February 21, 2013 6:44 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.