Her pantry is starting to look bare
once full and abundant, back wall now visible

She rues what is missing
selection not yet bland, but it is becoming dire

Her weary eyes notice a jar
Not the largest by size, but it has a presensce

She checks the label
a ‘humanity-mix’, estimated 7 billion pieces

Her mind tries to focus
the dates can’t be made out, what do they say?

She realises it’s not that important
it may not have reached expiration,
but it is certainly past the best-before-date