descends from a tap to spread over steel,
suds will germinate from green sludge,
and they will evolve to a billowing creature
of visible cells.
Into its belly, you will shove a rabble
of plastic, steel and ceramic,
maybe even wood.Warm water will persuade your hands to blush
as if embarrassed at all this mess,
all these smears and rags of food
that once were a carcass
– still are, in fact.
Don’t be alarmed,
with a wire pad under your knuckles,
that you might bruise the pan.
The worst you’ll manage is a silver scar
where black detritus once thrived.
Every pan, dish and pot
bears the wrath of zealous flames,
and one day, will seem to you,
in a rare kitchen epiphany,
beyond the tasks you ask of it.
Despite your frantic shuffling of cutlery,
when you have lifted the plug and admired
plates, glasses and bowls
set to dry like a gleaming city after a visit of rain,
the last suds,
frail as feathery dandelion seeds,
will retreat,
and hours later, you will find
a knife smudged with butter.
, is earthbound by everyday living. The concluding note duly grounded that fact!