Bacon And Beans Poem by Zyw Zywa

Bacon And Beans

There's nothing to eat in the kitchen
of Charles Frank Watchman
born here in this town

and deceased last winter
We polish the worktop
made from his gravestone

There is not a scratch on it
The coffin in which he lay
have we traded for

nothing, bacon and beans
Times are changing
but inequality is not

no matter how many marches
we walk to the Great Golden
White, Pink, or Blue House

Sunday, March 23, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: deceased,pink,poverty
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
La Casona (Great House) in Caracas, Domus Aurea (Golden House) of Emperor Nero in Rome, White House in Washington DC, Bely Dom (White House) in Moscow and Bishkek, Casa Rosada (Pink House) in Buenos Aires, Cheong Wa Dae (Pavilion of Blue Tiles) in Seoul, and Plavi Dvorac (Blue Palace) in Cetinje --- 'Mijn zwagers in Venezuela bleken kilo's afgevallen' ('My brothers-in-law in Venezuela turned out to have lost kilos', September 5th,2016, Koen Greven in NRC) --- Collection 'On living on [2]'
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