Sonnet #374

 You make what you eat so eat very well

Find sculptures to crunch and paintings that smell

Like ten thousand years of love has been baked

Into thin sheets of pigment and scraped

And chew them slowly, get them stuck in your teeth

And swallow long draughts of tears and breathe

In the howls in the dark, the laughter and then

Cut the books into nuggets and bread them

And fry them, but only the best lest the poor

Quality prose makes you sicker, the door

To the world is made of hunger, a vast empty

Center that swallows and spits bones and vanity

Serve them up for others, let us all eat

Trade gruel for gruel and meat for meat