Slow Down

I stole the brain of Einstein to feed a hungry head. Sliced some in an omelet with a roll of onion bread. Biting, chewing speedily, to prove his theory chaste: That time does stall (however small) When feasting past the taste. I smeared a slice with cold-cream Onto a winter face. In hope that smart-cell makeup Would return me to my place; meanwhile, I hid within the basement to escape the force of fate. Blinded by the science, nowhere left to turn, I consulted the Necronomicon and prayed I would not burn. The words were chanted freely -- the cost only this news: A reversal of the flow of time For a soul that God refused. Young and fit and prosperous, I discarded all the brain. But in my blackened, empty shell I knew there waited pain. Tricked, the time sped faster -- faster than before. When once again the winter came, Einstein was no more.