Soup
Cabbage, Carrots, beans and peas,
Boiling soup,
Stock flavors blending to please.

Shadows move,
Nighttime returns from hiding,
In cover,
And covers
The back ways where death’s riding,
Shadows move.

Cabbage chopped with cleaver,
Sweet glazing
On baby carrots cover,
Beans smothered
By pure and creamy butter.

The doorway,
Open for the escaping,
Steam’s flyway,
Smells highway,
Hunger comes slowly scraping.
Comes his way.

Bread from the oven cooling,
Fog windows,
Aroma condenses pooling
In shadows
Of soup in rage now boiling.

Shadow cross
The kitchen doorway in steam.

Grab the knife,
Go greet the great tormenting,
With a slash,
Cause a gash,
Touch the life unrelenting.

As if in your nightmares dream
Cross shadows

The cook rested on the ground
In his sauce
Sung to my the bubbling sound;
It’s his loss,
In the soup his head is found.

Shadows creep
Silently as you do sleep.

Gloom 99

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