Catch Some Wide Eye

Plump


roast
with the plump pork
glazed over and sweating
delicious fluids
trailing onto the tray
while a plump man
hobbles over the victuals
filled with anxiety and dread
the kind of dread that only time
can press upon us mortal souls
all while the roast sits
silent, does nothing
to help along.
is this, perhaps its punishment-
to be carved and eaten out alive?

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