Ketchup as red as Spartan blood
at Thermopylae
Brown sauce as rich as the eastern soil
from which its spices sprang
Sea salt sprayed across table top,
one constellation Hubble won't detect
Pepper the shade of the sand
along the Silk Road to Samarkand
unknown orange condiment squirted by unsung poet
onto his unshared, cut price meal.
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