The shattered cup, 
Licks my floor;
The saliva escapes from the porcelain teeth, 
And freshens the room 
With cocoa air. 

The reddish cake 
rests on the plateau--
Reaching out for the fork at the plateau&#39;s end
to cut through velvet flesh, 
lay across the seven seas. 

The stifled burner houses quarrelsome crowns;
A jagged couple duels for the silver throne. 
Til the kingdom melts in flame, and embers
stain the silver in a veil of ash. 

The breath of a dying land
Covers my shambled kitchen, 
And the fragrance entangles itself 
with the immigrant air. 

-----Gazee&lt;3