I was sitting at Ammo's basketball practice last night reading poetry and came across this-which made me think of you immediately:
Marshall
George Macbeth
It occurred to Marshall
that if he were a vegetable, he'd
be a bean. Not
one of your thin, stringy
green beans, or your
dry, marbly
Burlotti beans. No, he'd be
a broad bean,
a rich, nutritious,
meaningful bean,
alert for advantages,
inquisitive with potatoes,
mixing with every kind
and condition of vegetable,
and a good friend
to meat and lager. Yes, he'd
leap from his huge
rough pod with a loud
popping sound
into the pot: always
in hot water
and out of it with a soft
heart inside
his horny carapace. He'd
carry the whole
world's hunger on
his broad shoulders, green
with best butter
or brown with gravy. And if
some starving Indian saw his
flesh bleeding
when the gas was turned on
or the knife went in
he'd accept the homage and prayers,
and become a god, and die like a man,
which, as things were, wasn't so easy. |
