| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| THIS HIDEOUS DISH An award should be given. A trophy bestowed For this astonishing feat This fantastic accomplishment This horrid meal. This… this grotesquerie that you have prepared It distresses my senses Leaves me aware of my life and its inroads, its outroads and the varied intermediary paths As they all flash before me. This plate you place before me Is without doubt, the ugliest, most frightening curiosity I have ever seen. Its jiggling and moving across the table makes me doubt my eyes, But my ears support it as well. I have, in earlier days, that I should be more embarrassed to speak of, consumed HUMAN URINE – aged to further imperfection, stinkity and obscene That had a more pleasant aroma than this dish. There is no sensible bone in my body that would allow me to partake of this concoction… Even the dog has fled for fear of scraps. I could not in good conscience, Would not in good sense Consume this inconsumable Swallow this irresistible force Engage this immovable object. I know I should never touch this hideous dish But for your expectant eyes Your querulous tone Asking if I like it. And for that duty, between tearful bites, I can only whimper "Delicious." |