Crisp, with a tang of salt
and a bitter bite;
Smooth in the throat as it
stimulates the tongue;
Sharp to the taste as it’s
colorful to sight:
Such is the food of the
hungry and the young.
Educative course in the finer
things of life,
Grant a thirst and a lust and
a famishment too strong
To resist, as the rats were
weak at the Hamlin fife.
Till the search for the
perfect feed on the perfect food
Is a quest for a grail, and
the knights of which instilled
With the burning, yearning,
slakeless, delicate mood
Of the gormandizer, fatten,
but can’t be filled.
Men taste like bacon, Asian robots tell;
No wonder devils fry my kind
in hell.
The manna was sufficient for
its day;
The hero for his hour. There’s no gift
Worth getting out of time,
nor any way
To keep in luxury by human
thrift.
The pay enough for labor; and
the grace
Enough this moment only soul
to save;
The bread enough for life;
the woman’s face
Pleasant enough to see each
dawn till grave.
No less than dignity and
human state
Requires, but lacking more:
are they not rich
Who, sleeves unplucked by
ghosts intemperate,
Say “Pass the sandwiches” and
don’t care which?
Such great contentment’s got
of little stuff,
The man is blessed who knows
the word “Enough.”
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