The Night the Sauerkraut Exploded
A POEM
The night the sauerkraut
Exploded we were all
Asleep. In dreams we heard
The awful noise of vats
Of sauerkraut that blew
Apart; the sealed tight
And under pressure vats
Exploded sauerkraut.
Awaking later what
We found was that the room
We’d stored with vats was strewn
With happy festal strings
And gay confettied bits
Of sauerkraut. The room
Was rearranged to make
Another space and time.
I think the world’s end
Will be like that: a vat
Exploding under pressure. We
Will be asleep and hear
It in our troubled dreams,
Then wake to what awaits.
