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The Last Dish
The devil's in his kitchen, making broth
for angels in the dining hall, who think it comes from God.
The back door's swinging open to admit a new recruit -
they set him work quick chopping til his arms are falling off.
We're here. We’re not to slack, you know. I hate that holy lute.
They've been playing hymns all morning.
They can't bear to hear us scoff,
but there's no conversion in us, we who slave behind the shop,
while they sit around and gossip as though time will never stop
with their condescending manners and their supping on the cream
as though all that to them matters is fulfilment of their dream,
but their time in heaven lessens with the ticking and the chimes
then one day they'll be in here for a bit of working time.
Here in the devil's kitchen where our fallen angels slave
one learns the real meaning of a life beyond the grave
for there's nothing worse than heaven -
out there in the restaurant
where they depend on us lot for their roasting and their fries
but they never know reality - that burns in devil eyes.
So down here in the galley you can skivvy all day through
and you know the score and know the lash and know the very truth,
but the swooners at the tables who are downing double luxe
rest blindly on their laurels till they drown in golden cups
while the devil’s in his kitchen making broth.
The devil's in his kitchen, making broth
for angels in the dining hall, who think it comes from God.
The back door's swinging open to admit a new recruit -
they set him work quick chopping til his arms are falling off.
We're here. We’re not to slack, you know. I hate that holy lute.
They've been playing hymns all morning.
They can't bear to hear us scoff,
but there's no conversion in us, we who slave behind the shop,
while they sit around and gossip as though time will never stop
with their condescending manners and their supping on the cream
as though all that to them matters is fulfilment of their dream,
but their time in heaven lessens with the ticking and the chimes
then one day they'll be in here for a bit of working time.
Here in the devil's kitchen where our fallen angels slave
one learns the real meaning of a life beyond the grave
for there's nothing worse than heaven -
out there in the restaurant
where they depend on us lot for their roasting and their fries
but they never know reality - that burns in devil eyes.
So down here in the galley you can skivvy all day through
and you know the score and know the lash and know the very truth,
but the swooners at the tables who are downing double luxe
rest blindly on their laurels till they drown in golden cups
while the devil’s in his kitchen making broth.
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Permalink Reply by Ben Ross on -
I feel like William Blake is smiling somewhere - probably hell, and glad to be there! Thank you for reminding me to be glad for the kitchen experience and to keep seeking to know the kitchens of the world - the "reality that burns in devil's eyes." I think this would be good to set some music to and dance along with, as well. Namo Amida Bu! Ben
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