Mattaman McKearnee

Oh steak,
Oh writhing corpse!

at his knees flew
wailing Mattaman;
his sackcloth
(plaid button-down, Eddie Bauer,
$11.98 after tax)
he ripped in twain.

Yes, Father? Oh Brother!
Have I sinned? Is it Maxwell House?

Mattaman, I say to you, say:

Mother behold your son.
Son, behold your mother.

And as the tractors roared,
McKearnee pressed Sarai against
his curly-black chest.

Dropped her.
Sarai, I feel like a rib-eye!