Blockbuster Poem V
This week, a word of caution for our insect friends.
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Nice place to eat?
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Nice place to eat?
[Editor's Note: This is the fifth of 10 current Canadian 'blockbuster poems' running each Friday in The Tyee. Find out about the idea of the series and read the previous poems here]
From the Chef
By Joe Rosenblatt
Enticed by meaty aromas
passersby wander deep inside
the labyrinth of an eatery
spangled with sweet-scented glands
only to fly through a trap door
into a pool of digestive water
while other famished guests
dreaming of supernatural cuisine
climb down a stairwell of pointy hairs
to discover that their chef
is a reclusive stomach
who bathes his diners
in a tub of singing enzymes



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