rise of the condiments
it will all make sense soon:
the glass containers
plastic bottles
monkey dishes
little packets
all of them agree
that what goes on the cadaver
should have a certain familiarity
something common and recognizable
ketchup, mustard, relish
mayonaisse
childhood garnished
ah, but later on...
cumin, taragon, cholula
sprigs of cathedrals
aromatic fatimas
sauce upon sauce
and yet
a squeeze of lemon on a fish's eye
makes the waiter cry, cry, cry
spread the eagle on the plate
dine upon the country's fate
and cry, cry, cry
***
Comments