Take out your hammer
Crack the heavy armor plate
Open your lobster,
Tough yet delicate
Slightly sweet, barely seasoned
A hint of butter.
Rip open the claws
Eat the lobster’s softest flesh:
The red-speckled hands.
After you finish
Armor pieces fill your plate
Remains of dinner.
Mark Shardine, Poet
Mark is a contributing and performing poet in the Cultural Art Expression Open Mic that I run here in Princeton/Plainsboro. He also shares a love for wine and food as I do, and had once again presented me with a wonderful expression for the coming holidays! I welcome any poetry for this site from many of you other food and wine aficionados out there...
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