01-22-2014, 05:24 PM
The duck is cooking slowly in
its fat, now just dead muscle, flesh,
bone, spinning in the oven, fresh
and seasoned lightly under the skin.
We laugh and look for a remote.
I ask, not what the duck did wrong
(that would be an absurdly long
discussion), but if we are it -
if we are not so passively
consumed by entertainment and
and eager worship of the bland.
It died for us to watch TV.
For shame. Now sat in our baroque
surrounds, made fat on history
of art and love and war, but we
like ducks, would rather live than cook.
its fat, now just dead muscle, flesh,
bone, spinning in the oven, fresh
and seasoned lightly under the skin.
We laugh and look for a remote.
I ask, not what the duck did wrong
(that would be an absurdly long
discussion), but if we are it -
if we are not so passively
consumed by entertainment and
and eager worship of the bland.
It died for us to watch TV.
For shame. Now sat in our baroque
surrounds, made fat on history
of art and love and war, but we
like ducks, would rather live than cook.
