Syndic No. 1
Syndic Literary Journal

Poetry by Bruce C. Mitchell

Poetry by Bruce C. Mitchell

“ORGANIC COMMUNITY”

 

©  Text: Bruce C. Mitchell
© All Photo Images: Robert O’Connell

 
 
SZMANIA’S RESTAURANT
by Bruce C. Mitchell
 
 

SZMANIA'S RESTAURANT

Szmania’s May 29, 2010 – a Memorial day treat

notes while sitting at the counter, watching food prepared …

The precision of the onion slicer’s moves, oriental in the thinness achieved,

suggests the quality of the meal to come.

“Suggestion,” like in promises of political campaigns, meets reality with frequent

disaster. That same onion slicer then tried to loose a custard from its cup and it

came out in pieces – which imperfection he covered in a waterfall of glistening

sliced red strawberries while talking with other patrons at the counter about what a

sprinkle of Bacardi’s rum would do. Hmmmm. What’s it mean about the meal to come?

In the Gulf of Mexico, an oil leak a mile deep, after shooting 100s of thousands of

gallons a day into the turquoise waters for a month, is hopefully choking on mud

tonight, injected into its hole as a last resort by a Gargantuan syringe. Dead

ducks in brown sludge appeared on TV news all day. Will it be days or weeks or years

or centuries before we know the sum result?

The waitress helped me order from two menu dishes, composing a vegetarian fantasy

from sides and sauces.

It is more difficult, I imagine, to prepare non-proliferation in Korea and Iran,

fight two inherited wars, combat financial decay and deep recession, while

transforming the energy diet of a country and reordering a health care system for

300 million people. Is that a full plate – with flavors it will take centuries to

savor, or what? There is no full job description for a President. So now calls arise

to intervene as oil fouls fishing grounds and comes ashore as gook to cripple life’s

processes in wetlands and on beaches His enemies call it his Katrina, their hope to

discredit fortified by his earlier calls for off-shore drilling on the East coast,

before disaster struck. Folks who denounced big government and said “leave it to the

corporations” now find their path as disastrous as leaving it to Finance back in 2

Oh! Oh! Eight. The recipes for fixes rest on money we do not have and expertise that

does not exist –So different from taking black rice from one dish, and mushrooms

and greens from another, and saying, “Do it up surprisingly.”

The meal arrives. The sauces from their separate origins prove to be giant

complements to each other, distinct yet harmonious, making the onion slicer into a

fortune teller.

 Democracy seems an adolescent by comparison, but then its recipes are more obscure,

and events come in more varieties than foods…

© Bruce  C. Mitchell

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