(Take 2)
Measured, mechanically mixed and baked
Until yeasted fragrance pervades each aerial molecule.
Risen near-perfection provokes the taste buds
As its crusted coat cracks beneath the blade
Revealing warm and yielding crumb.
Savour the moment.
Hold it in mind against the day
We are not led into temptation.
For resistance is futile
When sweetened with gooseberry-jamminess
And conveyed in butter-dripping fingers to waiting mouth
Sensual simplicity made in heaven.
Our Father, who art already there,
Forgive us the sin of gluttony.
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