A velvet-heavy, honey-spiced cake
sat on a table spread vast.
soft enough for fingers to disappear into,
dense enough to still
even the most restless tongues.
Its candles flickered like stars.
No one asked who baked it.
No one wondered how long the oven stayed warm.
They just took— with knives that glinted like treaties,
with fingers that didn’t wait for plates.
Frosting smeared like territory lines,
plums dug out and hoarded,
their hands sticky with inheritance.
Someone wanted the cherry—
another, the coast of caramel.
Of course, they sang Happy Humanity to us,
clinking forks like medals,
smiling with mouths still full,
declaring the feast a triumph
without once glancing at the crumbs beneath the table.
The table itself is now a battlefield
of crusts and claims.
And the last slice sits on the chipped porcelain.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A metaphorical bake-off where humanity’s appetite outpaces its conscience and the cherry’s never just a cherry.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Rhythm flows like resless river......
Beautiful poem..
Thank you for those words which ripple on this river.
My first poem and comment on this site
You are welcome
This poem applies well on different levels to humanity as a whole and to vulture ridden families when parents die. We all seem to be greed driven where we feel entitled to take whatever we see and want. A wonderful write full of great images and metaphor. Nicely done and a fave
Welcome to MPS, Aman🙏🏻🕊
Thank you
Most welcome, Aman 🙏🏻🕊
A beautiful write, with some lovely lines and imagery, enjoyed the read
Thank you for the appreciation.
You are very welcome
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