I Can't Find the Mustard

This sandwich is destitute And the dijon has expired A miraculous vision appeared to me, a gentle lady One who gloriously gazed on my face What is the life of but Art and Science? The Shepherd's Dream? When there are no living to remember the dead. God knew of the culpability The rearrangement of kitchen condiments The kitchen being a cathedral of failure Church of pie I am the balcony in the balcony scene And I'm exploring mental health through poetry Hoggish, empty, splod.