I have loved thee long, green
beans, though not well,
Since thy days in darkness I
have squandered,
Seeking other, fresher goods
from the dell,
While thou, waiting, hoping,
my love pondered.
Long hast thou lived in the
stank repose of death:
Thou hast seen holidays and
merriment
Beyond the fleeting dreams of
life’s stale breath,
More than legumes before you
ere they went!
But today the dirge is
finally sung,
Thy plastic coffin I
joylessly rend:
It looks as though thou wilt
again be young
In the fungal afterlife
without end.
Green beans, string beans, I
will remember you
Until trash be taken, whilst
your smell I rue.
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