Lunch at the University

[heslopian]

Placed on your bed of onions, like a gypsy girl,
hot tube of meat, inside the steam tray,
you lie innocent until the chilli is poured in,
nestling between the soft bread walls,
coating you, a brown death shroud;
red kidney beans, those purple cells,
poke through the sauce's warm surface,
soldiers sprawled across the Somme,
hands enveloped by red mud.

Fries are added now. I'm handed the plate.
I put it on my tray, then add a chocolate doughnut,
ask for a large coke, hand over my five pounds,
and imagine my intestines, pleading like hags.