Friday, June 21, 2019

Lonesome Wheatberry






Rotee is more than bread – it is livelihood in India
Nan is not the name for bread – it is survival for a Kurd
Agnus Dei is more than a song – it is the prelude to Fractio Panis
But breaking bread has no meaning when the bread is soft

Wine and bread have shaped the culture of loving
Yet dough is inelastic when Gluten is left out
It makes people inflexible and unkind
Since few fear celiac disease when their stomach is empty  
And going to bed hungry, dreaming of crumbled bread

Bran and germ have to stay in the bread
To celebrate friendship, trust and union
With a world in fear of hips that bear promises
And meals that quiet colicky children going to bed hungry

Breaking bread is not a tradition
But a promise to feed those who cannot break away
From the celebration
Of goodness


PS/ The picture is of Rocky, my sweet companion of 14 years who passed away recently. He always waited for a piece I bread I would break and share with him at dinner.

June 21, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019

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