More Promptly Poetry PPC 5

Burger - Week 9

When the flames finally retreat, the meat
hits the grill with a rush, a crashing wave
Then a hush! that becomes a sizzling murmur as
the fat is rendered. Seduced by the heat
it drips into the fire, sparking smoky plumes -
summer’s perfume in every backyard.

There is no rare or medium, it is all
well done. The only acceptable patty
has been thoroughly charred,
infused with polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons.

This gathering by the communal fire
satisfies an ancient, primal desire
a celebration of provision and unity.
Once, a rejoicing in the kill
still an opportunity to fill
bellies and hearts with family
and burnt burgers.