For Anthony Bourdain Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
For Anthony Bourdain
Without comestibles there would be
no mastication... Alex Nodopaka
How often I virtually omitted
the 'r' and the 'a' in his name
and with chuckles on my mind
I'd pronounce his name, Boudin.
Blood sausage! in that most
epicurean of languages.
In any case good bye my friend
of so many years.
Thank you for all the armchair
bon voyages you offered
in so many tongues.
The world already misses you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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