Last Meal
On death row you celebrate your last night
with your last dinner, your choice,
your last craving
to make at least your stomach happy
before it stops
craving anything at all. Many choose
simple food: a hamburger,
mac and cheese, ice cream.
What might it be for you, my friend?
Duckling Rouenaisse? A roast of unborn lamb?
Washed down with Veuve Cliquot '59
and old Armagnac?
And how do you know, my friend,
that you are not
eating your last meal at this very table now?
Chew slowly. Make sure
you take in all the body and the blood.
Bill Holm
Posted over on the Writer's Almanac
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