Epulaeryu: Ill-Gotten Gains Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Epulaeryu: Ill-Gotten Gains



A drink, bread and lentil stew
Of flat seeds that grew;
Simmered red, slow cooked to feed
Brother Jacob’s greed.
Broken staff of life—
Birthright strife—
Steamed!

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