The tomatoes sit in the plate with their own cheese and wink
We will bury you and you will be born again
And, non-ideologically, they're right, you know,
In their molecular intuition and organic mindset:
We become what we have eaten -- more -- we reverse
Into the soil out of which we began, into the space
Between the quarks that harbor no opinion
About the where they've been and where they've not
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