March 13, 2011

Jacob's Cafe


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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