When God Wants Our Destruction
When God wants our destruction, He’ll just take
Away all irony and French cuisine—
Well, those and what’s involved in them, like steak
And red wine sauce, and platters with obscene
Things like snails in garlic glop, ortolan
Inhaled by gourmands with heads draped in
Their thickest kitchen towels so nostrils can
Luxuriate while teeth crunch tiny, thin
Bird bones. Oh! and stuffed goose liver paté!
Not perfectly convinced which of these
Are haute cuisine and which are in the way
Of irony, we’ll gorge on little peas
And other vegetarian, dread things,
Succumbing to outrageous vegans’ stings.