Encased in soup, I was
fuel and chest.
I thought this was an enormous
eagle, hungry and mean.
Though I am a man, I could
not contain myself.
Messy against the struggle
of boredom, that I eat
relentlessly for dinner.
From pages 56-57 of The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand by Jim Harrison (Grove Press, 2001).