Those silver cans of
government meat, set
on the table with a red
and white checkered
tablecloth.
An old yellow light hung
on a chain illuminating
the can of meat.
It tasted like flavorless
gum.
It seemed like a mish-mash
of byproducts that no one
else wanted.
Mom always tried to make
a casserole out of it, but no
amount of pasta or sauce
would fix that roadkill.
Mom hid the cans in the
trash. Tried to bury it
beneath empty packages
of mushrooms and onion
skins.
I'd dig lightly, and there it
was.
That silver government can.
Shadows for dinner.
A silhouetted pig, cow, or
chicken, made a cameo
on the can.
They reminded me of those
horrid souvenirs from
Disneyland that hung
above the antique organ.
As a boy, I'd look up to see
one of my brothers or sisters
likeness splayed out on the
wall in a creepy silhouette of
horror.
Deathlike, dark, and final.
It was like they caught the animal
at the
last stand.
Death and then eaten.
I know that's why I'm
here.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Good write T.
ty
It sent shivers up my spine. What a depiction it gives pause to a troubled mind. Lost my appetite. But not for poems a good write my firend.
Thanks, my friend.
Wow! Dark, stark, and image-rich. This one's effect travels down to the bone. Excellent job, Thomas! A fave! 🌹👏
Thank you.
Nothing to disagree with here. Excellent write🕊🙏🏻
Thanks, my friend.
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
I've always had a thing about canned meats even dog and cat food, this made my stomachs churn but as poetry goes delicious 🌹
Lol. Thanks, sweet Teddy.
a good write though it dwells on the darker side...
Thanks.
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