Dan Kantak

The Pancake

It's funny, isn't it Karamazov
all this grief and pancakes afterward
-Dostoevsky

Let us have pancakes after grief,
baptized by boysenberry butter as sunlight.
Pounds of pancakes. Pillars of pancakes.
Pancake palisades. Pancake precipice.
Bastions of battercake, fortress of flannel cake,
fields of flapjacks, griddlecake galaxies
hotcake hinterlands call barges of butter
to our ritual after grief Maple tankers
barreling down the interstate.

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