egg
in its various incantations
should i find myself
writing out
a final meal
on death row
eggs fried
boiled, poached, coddled, stored in lye
vinegar
or even raw
yolk alone
stirred in pasta
or whole with albumin
a snack
to wake the morn
what better way
than through the nose with browning butter
with which to nestle
a brace of eggs
with enough fat
to caress
and bathe
the pan tilted
a spoon to lift
one full at a time
hot
bacon
render
or olive oil
over the top side
till edge crusty
white just barely beyond jelly
yellow center luscious and flowing
grassy in finish
with splash of milk
and a bit of attention
become the fluffy waves
of scramble
or slightly more conformist
and a bit more mailardised
the form being half moon
alone or stuffed
the omelette
denver or western
switched with cinnamon then soaked in bread for french toast
with real maple syrup
lest not we forget
paired with mayo and a bit of deviled ham
sliced in half
and refilled topped with paprika
an antipasto to hot dogs
apple pie and chevrolet
egg
you cornucopia
of serving
and basic
of nutritional foundational and fundamental
food source
lest you completely
detach self from reality
we are egg
to whit
should it come to it
the final meal
will be a repast replete
and resplendent
with that shape
and meal within never ending
forestalling the inevitable
starting but never ending
who came first?
always the conundrum
yet answered
each is needed
in order for a chicken
to lay an
egg