Heavens’s Lunchbox

Taking time to palpitate a staid palate too often left 

to assuage its own patronage made this ‘lunchbox’ 

treat th’ bees-knees; we took time t’ muster a lamb 

burger out of th’ freezer. Okay, not an easy task for 

aged farm boys used to having th' pick of the mob 

at their fingertips - and need I say the process one 

uses t’ thaw the things trips one’s sense of calm to 

a tizzy - microwaves can do that with vicious ease 

But we succeeded, while a seemly frypan awaited 

with panache gained from them days of hardwood 

embers, & meanwhile a grilled slice of Turkish Pide 

stayed calmly warm awaiting further ministrations; 

I’d say sesame seeds are the all-time winner there 

regardless of how well-grilled that roll’s gonna be 

By this stage the saliva was amok as aromas vied 

in concert to decide discrete ways to snag a taste 

without upsetting the presentation - but we made 

it to the end - splotched the buns genteelly with a 

ketchup made in the same Heaven as th’ burgers, 

and ate with a gusto we’ve agreed to keep tamed 

© 2 August 2018, I. D. Carswell