The Bread is Risen
Agnew T. (Goldwater) Pickens
the second poem from my volume of poetry “Space Christals”
The Bread Is Risen
The Bread is risen
on the observation deck
of our little station of the Crossroad
Just in time for
the transmigration of the fowl
to their summer palaces.
I’m catching a few H. Ray’s
out on the solar panels
in the heat of the blinding Moon.
Don’t sweat the delivery,
just open wide and receive
your hosts with Earthly delight!
The cran-grape juice is excellent
with the risen Bread and
makes a Steamed Hamster
As happy as a Baby Carrot
to wallow with the swine-flu
in the comfort of an epidemic.
Can’t you taste the Bread is Risen?
commentary : my nickname in college was “hamster” and i imagine myself as a sacrifice, how would i be served? steamed hamster and i surmised it tastes like baby carrots.
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