Salvation [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The hostess who blithely claimed she never
prepared dishes - offered pizza bought en
masse for her guests; she never cooks, the

Domestic does it twice a week, that’s it, and
since making coffee or tea is anathema fruit
juice, soda and beer were on offer, I ate

Pizza knowing I’d pay afterwards; one o’clock
on Saturday the sky dropped on my head after
shopping, headache, fatigue forcing me to

Bed, woke two hours later to a meal of whole-
wheat rusks and a strange miracle took place
again: this wonder-food made me feel so well

I washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen; all
other wheat dishes cause narcolepsy yet this
one is more beneficial than other foodstuffs

Oats put me to sleep, breakfast cereals cause
pain, experiments with maize products proved
disastrous; only these whole-wheat rusks can

Work this miracle - delighted and surprised I
think it's heaven to find salvation in such a
comforting, marvellous thing!