What a dish you are
Shipwrecked, I feel so shipwrecked
when I see you eating without any
blinking of the eye or stomach ache
WE should stop the dating circus, you told me
It creates only misery and misunderstandings
Your angry voice nearly ruined my sushi recovery
Let's try to see the bigger picture here, I stuttered
In Congo women are raped on a daily base
after beating the manioc to feed their families
Once the rebels nail them down with cocks and spikes
The next time it's the turn of the regular army to show "la force publique"
And then after 50 years of bloodshed independence
a not too brilliant Belgian PM comments
on the necessity of "well performing armed forces"
while king & queen eat the dish of shame and fame
next to Mister Monster Mugabe disguised as Hitler with a neatly trimmed black moustache
You know how to cook manioc? you asked me with wondering blue eyes & big blond hairdo
What a great comment that was! It felt as if the moon drowned in Lake Tanganyka, as if the Kilimandjaro was reduced to the size of the Baraque Friture
You know how to f*** the sunset?
I replied with the smile of a sick child
who suddenly had eaten too much sorrow
& eyes were offered as scarecrow food for futile gods
And then I finally told her I agreed:
WE should stop dating
Full stop !!!
Guido Vermeulen
1 july 2010
written for Deborah Davidson's Food project
and dedicated to a trio of friends:
Monica Arac de Nyeco (Uganda)
Rais Boneza (Congo)
Ashley Parker Owens (USA)
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