He was the methodical type,
Stirring his red lentil stew
Steam that tasted of the future
Hand on the ladle
Lurks in a sinew and bone curve
This late baby
Born after his brother
The one that landed in front
Hunger simmering near the fire
Stew! Stew! For the starved man
My honor and birthright for a bowl!
of beans
A permanent result to solve
A temporary craving
The waiter serves the bowl
Gleam in his eye
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