Seeking the Sweetbreads
How many times have I said
I'm through teasing myself,
through pretending
I don't enjoy
the wreath of a woman
warm around me.
How many times have I said
I'll go out on the streets,
as I have in the past,
in cummerbund and sash,
top hat and cane,
a one-man parade
with bugle and drum,
seeking the sweetbreads
served there all day,
fresh off the brazier,
medium rare.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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