Cleaving

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It’s the old complaint becoming quizzical:

Two round loaves, once spotless,

now marred by another

castaway pigment from the artificer—

stained with blood—

pitted and striated by salt—

are less than cold fuel

for moldy kitchen grease.

While the new silken cake—

tender, weak and hollow

in many arched white layers,

glazed with perfect pink wax—

has gone way upstairs

and will be eaten

by the red satin fish

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