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!