‘Welcome to Whole Food’

Fine, so a seed is a seed.
Mushrooms and Seaweed, Christian Dior.
Sesame oil, señor,
for searing fish on the grill.
Everything has its place. Quinoa tortillas.
Fruit and cheese. Maggot in cauliflower.
Nothing is flavoured with another flavour.
I shine because corn shines inside.
No poem. No music. No cinema.
No theatre. Not even architecture.
I only came to fill what’s empty.
And I will be empty. Because beauty
will only exist when I stop to write
and listen for hunger’s answer.