Death Of A Kitchen Poem by Luca Menin

Death Of A Kitchen



Empty room across the restaurant hall
Not even a fly buzz.
The waiter is lying upon a table.
Of square blood patterns' cloth

The chef, has hung himself.
The porter run away with the mouse wife.
While the pan dance in the rust water.
Cupboard of Cockroaches.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sharad Juneja 21 April 2012

Hehe.... a very nice.one.... its fantastic

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