Ode to a Beef Steak
Oh, frozen flesh you make me yearn
For summer days and twilight nights,
Your icy firmness that gives way
To brown, in glorious cooking rites.
With greedy fingers I unwrap
The parchment and the plastic shield
That separates your rosy meat
From those of us who crave to eat.
Now leap to flame and smoky hell,
The cinders scorch your outer shell.
While in the middle of your slice
The tender filaments intice.
So, on my plate you grill-scarred beauty,
Laced with pepper, a little sooty.
I lift the first bite to my lips,
To savor one of many trips.
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