Writing in Whangarei

Phrenology of Food

After the flood
A treasure trove had collected.
In the chaos
Each casket
Baptized by ocean
Not yet tainted
Or corroded.

It was believed
That by passing sensitive fingers
Over each crease
In the skin,
Or over the slight swelling
Where the container
Was about to blow,
The contents
In some predictable way
Might be identified.

So tuna and rice pudding
Became anonymous,
Cling peach halves (in syrup)
Were transformed
By the alchemy of madness
From shiny aluminium,
Corned beef
Became edible.

Mystics and mesmerism
Has been replaced by the glint
Of the knife and the opener
And magic
By the turn of the key


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