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POETRY
A Celebration of Golden Rings
What an amazing life they live!
In darkness underneath the ground
My life began without a sound,
The only sign that I was there —
Aboveground shafts of thick, green hair.
As soon as I was ripe and round
They dug me from my birthing ground,
And brushed away the excess soil
So I could store, but wouldn’t spoil.
From there, they stripped me of my skin,
And sliced me up, both thick and thin,
In batter-dipped, then dropped in oil,
Where I would crackle, left to boil.
Eventually, my batter gown
Would turn a color golden brown.
They’d fish me out from my deep fry
To paper towels where I’d dry.
As orders came, they’d serve me up,
On dishes or in paper cups.
Accomp’nying me on a final ride —
Some dipping sauces on the side.
My last farewell, from tabletop,
Or park bench, where two people stop
To eat me, in their eyes a treat,
My life of…
