A Poem: “Bread In A Vice”

 

My childhood friend

used to put bread

in a vice,

squeezing out the empty spaces,

showing us the paper-thin slice

that was left.

 

He claimed

the food industry was cheating

by selling us

air.

 

Suppose there was a way

to put campaign promises

in a vice.

 

(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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