The breakfast buffet stands, empty

of the sizzling meat.

Pancakes wait for syrup.

Scrambled eggs slowly cool.

Potatoes with onions wait forgotten.

Cereal and milk sit

with spoon and bowl.

Students crowd the platters

contemplating the vacant plate.

We all want to have

some chow before we leave

to memorials and museums.

Even teachers bustle around

the sacred, empty, tray.

Waiting for the unworldly

treat to fill it.

And soon she enters,

in the holy kitchen robes,

wheeling the little cart

filled to the brim with

crispy meat.

The goddess of bacon

carries pork aplenty.

Quickly

devoured.