Half Baked

tip-toe
through the thick,
white dough
on your way to
Calvary.

rise and shine
in the
turpentine brine
of your own
prosperity.

alas, there's a lack,
but you'll bake and
you'll crack
despite the scarcity.

one of use gets
devoured amid
chilled summer showers,
and if it isn't you,
it's me.