Kitchen Helper | Charles Simic

[alwaysashipper.livejournal.com]

I'm your chopping board,
Your frying pan
And the knife you mince
The onions
And cut your finger with.

In the garden the leaves
Are flying about
Like small game birds.
With raised glasses
Your drunken guests
Are playing at Last Supper,
Holding the table
And hollering,
The sky is falling.

Clever cook, let me
Steal your glasses for a moment
To peek into the pot
Where the cause of their happiness
Is bubbling over
With many secret ingredients
And seasonings
Only you know the names of.