The Ladle Poem by James McLain
The Ladle
With each thrust;
The Knife
Along one broad edge.
Bent upward at two angles.
Each more powerful,
than the last.
Initiatives;
have seized the blade.
Unlike in the kitchen, where.
The ladle is long and thick,
the pot is deep and round.
and The Aroma of the broth
is as it was,
when at last it is reduced.
Poured down through the layers
of screen it drips and
it drips.
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