By Laurie Cannell

“My Loaf Was Naked”

My loaf was naked,

And with my worn hands I

ripped it up,

Took it apart and took out the

insides.

I displayed them on the table,

Surveyed the sight,

Lying in the morning sun.

It leaves nothing to the

imagination

But that which had been

stolen

My loaf was naked and I ate it

Plain