BBQ by Bruce W Niedt
What is this primordial urge
that lures us men outside,
we, who chafe in the kitchen,
only to sear meat al fresco,
taking pride in parallel lines
black-grilled on our product?
Some archetypal memory
grabs us the time we used
this new technology, fire,
for light and heat, and suddenly,
accidentally, they say, for cooking,
the fresh kill for the family
skewered on a stick in a flame.
No matter that this modern bounty
wrapped in plastic and styrofoam
came home in a paper bag.
Its the offering up that satisfies,
the sacrifice of sustenance
over hot coals,
the charcoal smoke to the heavens,
the ancestors smiling down
on my grill, my gift from the family
for Fathers Day.
06/17/2002 Posted on 06/17/2002 Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
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