A Cooks Wish
Praise me if you wish
For yesterdays dish
The meal you did not finish
The sauce your spoon would not tarnish
The dinner you did not touch when it was fresh
Saying now this dish smells of Melville's fish
Do not consume the meal when the chef's gone to bed
Pay me no compliments after the dogs are fed
Who wants recognition after they’re trodden;
After they are gallows led?
Who wishes identification after buzzards fled?
Who wants praise when they are dead?