Soup

Tired of seeing the ground?
Look at the sky of blue.
Spin me, spin me around,
Make my emotions true

Make them soft and tender
Beat them into a pulp
Put them through a blender
And pour into a cup

Set it upon a stove
And simmer and boil
Put in, well-cut, a clove,
Pour in some olive oil

Pour in cayenne and cumin
Pour in pepper and salt.
Tonight for dinner, a human -
Excellent plan to a fault.

Drink this turbid mixture
And when you're nurtured well
Take a beautiful picture
And renew your spell.

Ilya Shambat  
https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry