fallen pizza brigade

the blood of tomatoes was spilt this day
great warriors – bell peppers, even more tomatoes,
and that dear, sweet basil were stretched out
across their warm little bed
rip, the pizza master said, boxed them all up –
nice and neat in their cardboard coffin
then delivered in a portable oven
to someone who will eat them
while watching netflix or smoking weed
like they were nothing

____
backdated Post A Day Poem – for March 25th, 2017.

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