had a nice meal in a small restaurant
a day or two after a discussion about
how maggots get to our bodies
this is not for the squeamish


absurdity one




the codpiece
or piece of cod
was gently
broiled and panko-breaded
dillstrewn
au point

raised on a bed
of shrimps
horse radish
and accompanied
by a dollop
of lemony creme fraiche

puréed potatoes


all of it
fragment by fragment
adds to our bodies
savory rills
and lace of condiment

is there any wonder
that maggots relish
the thought
of our certain
and rather plump
departure





Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2009-10-17 at 09:16

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Rob Graber
I find some modest comfort in the otherwise strange reflection that maggots are evidently not the least cerebral--which matters to science, but scarcely to poetry!
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2009-10-17