Meta-Loaf

metatloaf

You found salvation deep within a goldenrod oven
they recited prayers at four hundred degrees
they sprinkled savory things over your sick body
and injected you with aloe and sour milk

You baked reverentially with ketchup slathered over your brain

They smiled as your neurons sizzled
your brain stem twitched
and your skin peeled back like onion on a baked sidewalk

You look so delicious in a recession era
when the robots fail and all we have left
is Mother in a red checkered apron
beaming a transcendental white smile
as she carries you to a table made of clouds

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “Meta-Loaf

  1. I always hated meatloaf but I love the last stanza of this poem. 🙂

  2. Amazing .. very cool subject. I will blog about it too!

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