Bread

by T.P. Wilkinson / July 4th, 2021

Pão de lô

Flour eggs and sugar fine
seized by bakers, sensed and stirred
grains of thought, sensed and heard
Senses wrought, strains en masse
Hymns and plant life, cars too fast
Were but boxes all sufficient
then baking all that sugar fine
strong milled grains
pressed will
would leave all history stained.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, July 4th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.