European AppetiteA Poem by Jonathan BrooksThoughts on English imperialismSometimes I think about The irony of ordering Indian takeout in England. How the milky coconut curry has the bitter-sweet taste Of disease and blood. And how the parsley flakes Are so delicately placed across my bowl, Spread like a religion becoming entirely hypocritical by disregarding its highest commands. I’ll let my spoon sail through the sauce Like some sea expedition And immortalize a man who got lost, Searching for the original Indians. And I’ll slice this spicy chicken, Like a genocidal murderer Ripping apart limbs without remorse. It becomes less heated over time, Easier to swallow. It’s easy to forget when you’re hungry. Dessert is on its way: Cardamom seeds to Cleanse the palette. Not unlike ethnic cleansing, Or “culturing the savages”, If that makes you rest easier at night. I’ve never tasted so strange a treat" Flavored like imperialism"with a hint Of a God complex. © 2012 Jonathan Brooks |
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Added on April 13, 2012 Last Updated on April 13, 2012 AuthorJonathan BrooksAboutA biography? Are you kidding me? I don't want to tell people that I am twenty. I don't wish to share that I enjoy writing. I don't want to talk about my involvement in creative writing classes. I don'.. more..Writing
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