Vapor Trail
                 (for Mark)
 
In 1811 Shelley pronounced the Eucharist
cannibalistic and turned to a half-baked
vegetarian regime and full-flight doppelgangers.
 
Now it's the real late 20th C and when
one says, with filliping smirk,    "Eat Me"
one is not talking even post-millennial
                                     transubstantiation
 
but means while you digest that possibility
your humanoid protein wafer has already
levitated the proverbial coop trailing fin-de-siecle
vapors of aromatherapy and the auto-romance of
strategically pierced body parts.
 

Copyright 1999, Stephen Bett
 

Stephen Bett has had two books of poetry published--Cruise Control (Ekstasis Editions, 1996) and Lucy Kent and other poems (Longspoon Press, 1983).  His work has also appeared in over 50 journals in the U.S., Canada, and England, as well as two anthologies, and on radio.