IN THE FLESH

IN THE FLESH

here’s a feast
for the ages, for your fingere,
for your life, for
all times
for
your heart and soul

in the flesh
carved from
the bone my dear
carnivours
where all is sweetest

some thing left
for you to pick at
that is quite outrageous

panopolies of cauldrons
spawning
   much smoke
and music

Hell crazy indeed
these mountain landscapes of food

full sausage processes
meet off-cuts of Heaven
meaning
   all you can eat

but where
would carnival be
without its underworld

the darker whose secrets
liberation
     the sweeter
the taste
(and as much vice versa
as you are
willing
   to hear    as much
outright contradiction
as you came for today)
.
harvest, autumn
seeds and leaves
         all is in cycle
all
   rise
    must fall

precarious all this plunder that
speaks words
of wonder

whips up
pudding praise, storm
salad of words

buffet
  smorgasbord
       release
your inner Viking
dormant marauder

still spinning
     what gives, is this
not
  eternal engine simply
              infinite machine?

those modernists of yore
clattering away, force-
feeding
   their typewriters

fry
  what is
deep frozen (deep
fry, twice
the ice fry in batter)

prove
food for thought as to
how revolutionary
one can be

meat of an idea full
of succulent goodness something
paid the price for

off cuts and fillet
what nestles close to
the heart
   attached to
the bone

a sea of food rendered
an ocean of flavour

all that is sweet bitter sour
full savoury indeed

all in the garnish, style
of the spices

the street in your food
pushed to its class
limit
   stretched to
haute cuisine

feel it
in your marrow as you
ride the wild rides
eat
   the squid
counter the octopus

take
a last bite

   drink your last sip

time left to cure and

let
  the stew brew

the rich liqueurs percolate

here’s a feast
to

    sink your teeth into