reflecting my mortality while eating mac & cheese

take another cheesy bite

i see this noodle as my life

come to please the twitching tongue of death,

who’s oddly dining

with god again

and when all i ever knew was simply

fed to me by spoon,

the spoon was just the moon,

and i a silly, little loon

(no noodle could subdue with cheese,

for death was nothing new, you see)