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Packed Lunch
from Anthology 2019
by Suffolk One
Matt Varley
Guided by a sleepy hand The polished spoon gleamed; Smudged by murky rivers of white Tainted with islands of wheat.
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The lover of my mother, Father to those not his own Selfless devotee to tradition, Slaves through his morning routine;
Bread buttered, snacks chosen, Making lunch for the others, Unfit to make it for themselves A selfless task, Committed before the kettle boils
The grace of the sleek, harmless blade Gliding across the starchy canvas Not a speck of white remains. Ham precisely placed, Routine.
Knife down, kettle screams To grace mug with dark nectar, As he too sighs, Carrying blackness out of the room.
