Feast (an acrostic poem)

Food poured out of the kitchen

Enough to feed a medium sized army

And all Lewis could do was watch from across the street

Salivating, he left and returned to the alleyway

To find the refuse that was the meal’s byproduct


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Carbon (an acrostic poem)

Crispy bits of animal matter

Attached itself to the grates of the grill

Reaching blackened status, then beyond

Onyx char that hardly remembered what it had once been

Now only fit for archaeologists and garbage collectors


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