In the bain marie of life
The boiling,
evaporated
water underneath,
Scolds untrained fingers and hands.
Unscathed are the extremities of workers who serve:
Little Hitlers and Maos,
awaiting to have their egos inflated, and their endowments stroked.
All so they can perpetrate atrocities in a world craving for more, entertainment.
All so they can penetrate their
animosity
towards girls craving for more
containment.
Prepare ingredients in metal tray, made from
Futuristic technology. Erected steel, carved and shaved,
moulded to perfection.
Finesse in
Postmodern civilisation,
Allowing hungry
Delinquent to stuff
cake holes with garbage.
Gruel, bangers, tripe and trotters, spotted ****, black pudding, haggis, bulls testicles.
Plastic.
Gum, and wrapper.
Thrown,
in bin.
Mess and stink.
Perforating orifices and permeating nasal passageways.
Kitchen sink,
The end of day arrives
Sanitation process occurs.
The end of shift awaits.
She takes off sweat filled hair cap,
Takes off juice stained chef pants.
Kicks off steel capped boots.
Pulls out
Smelly,
Sock.
Rest in bed,
to awake for new day.
Gravity raises the sun.
Rinse and repeat
bain marie
reheat.
I like science fiction, futuristic civilisation. I like the mundanity of a canteen worker, of the "tuckshop" lady (Australian colloquialism). I love the imagery of the ugliness of school. I like the ugliness of bullies and teenagers with pimples,
harmones, oily skin, body odour, sun burnt skin, socially awkward nerds,
cliques and cool kids, everyone lining up to buy unhealthy food.
I wanted to enhance the ugliness of all of this with imagery of typical British Chacuterie and offal, as well as the term gruel, it sounds so ugly and rhymes with druel. The ugliness in the poem is also juxtaposed with ****** ****** imagery.
The poem is a mood piece, a slice of life.
