Anthropology

ANTHROPOLOGIST
Artificial flowers versus limbs, which would we prefer?
Nerve-wracking, will I eat the right food or too much?
Toque atop his head, apron tied, that chef began his
Hocus-pocus preparation, first slicing the vegetables.
Reversals in rehearsals could be executed for the stage.
Optimum health, she was in the prime of womanhood,
Pills were bitter, she reasoned, but made her better,
Optional and given to her through her psychologist,
Lessening her angst, the state of restlessness, she found
Options for such medication to induce lethargy.  Thus
Grueling days and nights seem to have been left behind.

Askance that bombshell had looked at me, I love-struck,
Nervousness running through me, the man at the table,
Torches set up on porches, Canadian geese honking,
Hit-or-miss our method of speaking.  I was dismissed.
Reverence for the man, passionate and almost perfect,
Optics had too, I mean reverence for him optics had.
Pillage was common to us. Coptics just  another interest
Optimism of all health and well-being if only I would be
Lesser and I would be at times then desire a higher way,
Opener, tin can bottle or cork, it’s a household element,
Gruesome at times in the face of hunger; you’re not a
Yokel, unless you want to be, and you won’t know to
Assay a mineral like all those geologists and chemists.