A Take Away from the Take Away Steak Fingers - poem

Lawrence Hall
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A Take Away from the Take Away Steak Fingers

     King Henry II: Forks?

     Thomas Becket: Yes, from Florence. New little invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. It saves
     you dirtying your fingers.

     King Henry II: But then you dirty the fork.

     Thomas Becket: Yes, but it's washable.

     King Henry II: So are your fingers. I don't see the point.

-Becket, 1964

Encapsulated in bivalves of foam
As bottom feeders in the fast-food chain
Small fragments of a poor dead cow, chopped, shaped
And formed into cow fingers that are not

For it behooves the diner thus to know
That cows haven’t any fingers at all
But the dear diner does, and digitally
Renders the cow fingers as nutrition

And that is all there is about cow fingers -
Not a topic on which the gourmet lingers