on the Irish
side of my
family my
grandfather
who never i
was to meet
was a but
cher of
meats
so in
many
and in
countless
numbers
there were
chickens
that went
under
his blade
and as the
ancients
say trust
that all
must
pay not the
boatman
but have
change
for the
turn
stile for
while no
money is
needed to
reach
nirvana
you have to
to come back
to this world
and do it all
over again
to get it
right
so right
after his
passing
and the
giving of
his last rites
he will from
his wake
wake as
i take
my
Italian
Mother
out to eat
at a proper
ristorante for
gastronomic
delights
where we
both ordered
the same
secunda
chicken
karmagiana
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she petitely
sits in my
kitchen
now is my
chance to
fulfill her
hips to
begin
with
an antipasto
then secunda
as i maniacally
in my mad man
laugh make
her prima
all the while
vino rosa
flowing
the pesto is
made with
out pine
nuts but
pumpkin
seeds
as i feed
her between
closed mouth
mmms
her eyes
the size of
dinner
plates
but
wait
as i wipe
her lips and chin
there's still
dessert
and a
final toast
with cold
lemon
cello
to your
wealth
health and
happiness
i rub her
belly and
burp my
baby
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