The Food Issue

—Brave Leader
So the leader of the people perched high
on his lemon merengue pie—said
there is no more spectacle
nothing to witness here
please move along
and do not snap
the leaves that
hang down
low
near
the blueberry tarts



—Orderly Exit
The celery stalks inched down the aisles
they paused momentarily to
let the eggplant shuffle down the steps
Then they herded by the cabbage who
stared from the other side of the aisle as
they waited for the turnips to shuffle through the auditorium

They all filed out single-file across the
plaza filing single file under the
archway across the floor singly
out the door into the chapped night to
shmoozle and shnipple