Cookbook People

Cookbook People

You are the chef and the food is your life.
The recipe your religion.

You wander through the kitchen at noon,
    bewaring those who can’t follow.

Though you know the ingredients by heart
    you refer to the cookbook often.

For you just know if you cook it too long
    you’ll be baked with the bread your self.

Yet before you turn the very first page,
    you be sure your Eaters agree,

the page will be turned to what all have learned,
    you’ll be cooking the right entre’!

                            New recipe?
                            Evil and dangerous—

The lights go out and you ask for a candle.
      and your eaters shrug and yawn.

You look to your book but can’t find the answer,
      no candle to light us ‘til dawn.

The warrior stands and lights one for you,
    then returns—
    to where the heathens have gone.





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This poem is from "Bottle in the River" 
                     about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                     tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."
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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"