A Pickle in a Pickle

A Pickle In a Pickle
By Sandy Chu

The green dill sat
Bathing in a sea of acid
Watching the world
Through fat spectacles
Potholed, it stews in self-pity
A sourpuss indeed

An ancient artifact
Cuisine from the primordial times
Ruler of a translucent empire
Crowned with gold

A tsunami erupts in the Acid Sea
The island is tossed
As a salad vegetable should be
A submarine one second
An oil barge the next

A pickle in a pickle
Bleeding tangy blood
Suffocating in the hands
Those sweaty, hungry hands
The enamel pillars crash down

The pickle screams
It’s spine crunches and crumbles
The victim of a hungry connoisseur
Now in a larger sea of acid is baths
But a sourpuss it remains