Stephen Bett

Vapor Trail

(for Mark)

In 1811 Shelley pronounced the Eucharist
cannibalistic and turned to a half-baked
vegetarian regime and full-flight doppelgangers.

Now it's the real late 20th C and when
one says, with filliping smirk, "Eat Me"
one is not talking even post-millennial
                                          transubstantiation

but means while you digest that possibility
your humanoid protein wafer has already
levitated the proverbial coop trailing fin-de-siecle
vapors of aromatherapy and the auto-romance of
strategically pierced body parts.