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The Glory and Decline of Bread

Les Murray

Nov 01 2012

1 mins

Sliced bread (sic)

a centimetre thick

staling on forty surfaces

fit for soggy sandwiches

real bread excels all this

 

high top, Vienna, cob

baguettes three times daily

breads poignant as a sob

Jewish rye and German

brothers from the hob

 

Tall grass waving gluten

foreshadowed cultivation

its unbloody skin-oil scent

displaced the hunting tent

for prayer and work in season—

 

Rice eaters do not yet disdain

all meals centering on one grain

but potatoes came, and pasta

and boi meat from old Masta

and bread put butter on the heart

 

the idle svelte would dine apart

once designer chefs had risen

bread turns to landfill on the shelf

or, like salt, gets smuggled in

to sit below itself.

 

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