Rise and Fall of the Bread Pudding Chef

     First movement

Three cups of sugar, four
eggs, I stir, and then
you approach: kitchen
becomes temple, stars
move, blood boils and beads
up, I try to concentrate.

Four cups of sugar, three
eggs, you do bring
in thrills a febrile
wild terror of sacrament
primeval and undiscovered
in safer religions.  Stars
move, your glance meets
the window.  Three
eggs, I stir, I take
it you are a witch,
my bright-happy blood
beads no amulet.

       Over the ocean

when you walk you leave
no tracks: i can only
..              stop to wash
your angel feet with words
that vanish in the gaps
of your passing

     Second movement

Three cups of sugar, four
eggs, I stir, and then
you retreat: kitchen
becomes empty, fruit
sours, cream curdles and dries
up.  I try to concentrate.

Four cups of sugar, three
eggs, and the sun became
as sackcloth, the moon
became as blood, the stars
of heaven fell, mountain and island
were moved from their places
. Fruit

sours, the center cannot hold.

Babylon the great is fallen, fallen,
and is become the habitation
of devils, and then was there
great weeping and wailing, saying:
alas, alas, that great city,
for in one hour she
is made desolate
.

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