Ode to the Cereal Starch

Flour Power

And Cereal Secrets

Sacred to Ceres:

Mysteries of the Grain

in a kernel of corn

[powder powder].

Oh this Chaos of flour powder and

all this mess to clean up! milled mash...

The Ear is

the grain-bearing tip

of the stem

of a Cereal Plant;

the Romans called the

Goddess of Corn [wheat]: CERES

Secrets of starting, something fermented, exhaling

a yeasty, beer-like odor//:

Sullen, en-wombed,

the Ear of Wheat has been steeped in these musty fluids

something fungal;

the edge of rye mold (LSD)

[what properties lie hidden underneath this husk?]

KNEAD DOUGH/ need $$$?

Ceres is grain and grain is

Coin. All the gain is in the grain

whose fabled Cornucopia was

Regeneracy with every harvest-time sickle

swipe.

Sullen, en-wombed, en-swirling

a Cerealbox Starchfest

of global feeding possibilities!

We may croon over the

Purple Mountains Majesty

but it is the

Amber Waves of Grain

really basing this Pyramid.

Why do I do this to myself? On my day off?

Such is the Power of Flour,

like an urge in the pit of the throat

spurred on from the gut.

An Urge:

the Ancients say that when Ceres is angered

from lack of offerings

Her action falls upon you as

Anorexia/

or Gluttony. She is feast and famine and

She is that by which

we are driven wild with appetite or inappetite;

She will always be with us (proofed)

as Gluten,

roped-up in stretchy web-work morphed

into ONE

nestled deep in the

knotty gnarled roots of

the stomach: the Insatiable Grain-Pig,

animal sacrifice to the corn mother

starching-out on modified grasses.

DEA\\: give us our daily bread oh

Goddess,

Your Body is the Sacrament,

Proven by the Austerity of the Oven,

BAKED anew as

a miracle of mortality.

You call this a sacrament,

I call it a celebration. Here is

Jubilation of the Harvest

and cream of its

crop slopped into one sticky Glutinous Ball

BAKED ANEW// mortally miraculous, so

take This

for It is

my Body:

CERERI SACRUM: Sacred to Ceres! io!

Some wine to go with it?