Confidence at Mealtime
So well at holding noses closed
And scraping off our feet.
A stink mistook for roses
In the places that we eat:
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner served
Out from our other end–
We smile wide–it’s well deserved!–
To eat our meals again.
Oh, lend us here your mirror, please,
There’s something in our teeth.
It’s coming ever clearer–fear
That’s yestermeat bequeathed.