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Dinner is Served

Dinner is Served

 

*Continuous hunger

unsatisfied

and faltered

Feed the weak

and eat them young

Makes a simplicity

of having to

house them

or to let them run*

 

 

Baby calf, born to be

brazen with a side of pilaf

 

Seared over open flame

tenderly exquisite

 

Make no matter

of an empty life

 

Just too satisfying

to a tempered pallet

 

To think of where and how

this dish came to be

 

Ending a wee

youngling's life

 

Served best with

a chilled blush zinfandel

or an aged red chianti

 

White and/or red

make up life of blood

and life in continuation

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Apr 23, 2011
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