• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 05

A lot of what he fancies

do tables groan when they are empty
like a hungry child looking on man’s
overflowing gluttony

do mouths water at the unknown taste
of a banquet where lobsters as red as faces
follow stuffed artichoke hearts

double entendre  puns on cracking nuts  
How every shell can be split and the kernel
eaten – another course

do lips close over a hanging grape
like a slave serving a Roman whim
a board sagging like a stuffed gut

do pigs grunting at the trough
become the cry – enough – enough
as trenchermen fill with more grain