“Don’t bolt your food,”
my Mama cried.
I heeded her
advice sometimes.
So natural to me
is that wisdom a priori,
it must have come
genetically.
I sat down
at the feast of life,
and watched
the diners gag and die.
They bolted food,
those greedy souls,
and cried,
“What a way to go!”
“Say grace,” said Mamma,
“before each meal—
and test for poison,
without fail.”
Lee Evans lives in the United States, where he has learned not to ingest indiscriminately everything that is served up for his consumption.