The pale man Illus. Eric Lindsey
I
am a chef. I have seen nearly three
centuries
because I have learned to cook
cuisine
of formidable sorcery.
My
orchard yields only weeds. You can look.
I
fetch a pailful to the scullery,
warp
creeping jenny, pokeweed and hemlock
into
aromatic strawberry crepes.
It
takes me weeks of precise handiwork,
metamorphosing
moss to muscat grapes—
and
all the while I am madly hungry.
Springtime
to springtime. That’s the time it takes
to
set the banquet, set the trap, then rest
my
eyes, side by side, on the pewter plate.
There’s
nothing then but to wait, unconscious,
until,
at last, some door admits a crook.
More
than anything, I love having guests.
I
count the skulls, the times I’ve been so blessed.
. Eric Lindsey If you'd like to watch the Pale Man clip from the movie "Pan's Labyrinth," brace yourself for some serious creepy. |
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