Dec 2018
The staff of life in
polythene is wrapped,
Nor sight, nor sound
nor scent, no longer apt.
Wheat to dough, to money
and to haste,
Gone are our values,
tarnished or taste.
polythene is wrapped,
Nor sight, nor sound
nor scent, no longer apt.
Wheat to dough, to money
and to haste,
Gone are our values,
tarnished or taste.
This poem is inspired by
Sheila Fitzpatrick for her
philosophy of real bread.
Alternative Bread Company
English Market Cork City.
Sheila Fitzpatrick for her
philosophy of real bread.
Alternative Bread Company
English Market Cork City.
