Corn Flake

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Corn Flake

 

You familiar thing

On your daily round

More than a packet meal

Awaiting the liquid rush

Morning crush, reveille

Cow juice on brittle wheat

 

Your call to arms

Is fuel for the parade

As unknown soldiers slurp

Countless battalions engage and go

From private dwellings

Hotel and guest-house rooms

 

The humble sustenance

Drawn from ears in the US and Ukraine

and further dominions

Do their democratic service

Grist for the best intentions

Mulch in the stomachs

Of mice and men

 

Arise new dawn

Go in peace

With the energy

That comfort

Milk and harvest food

Provide to the waking soul

A seconds’ thought

A seconds thought

A seconds’ thought

Morning meditation

Can be disruptive

When questions crowd in

And clamour at the roots of sanity

For doubt is the great divider

Allowing me to enquire

Just as the child once did

Why?

For all that I have seen

And everything I think I know

Is awash

Dampened by doubt

That will fret and pull

And make nervous the certainties

Handed down through histories

Woven into me

 

So, a new day is born

Another unit in my shifting passage

My chance to honour meaning

Salute the depth

The gravity of being