Into Desiccated Tomatoes I Delved

Into desiccated tomatoes I delved After opening the jar: I feared the smell of salt and vinegar Yet as if drowsed by them I fell in to them eating: You see, my Monsignor, how we, We humans, change mood all at once Now we were calculating going north Then a smell, a warm smell alters us, Our face colors and our brain flashes And therein we change our direction Trudge south, not north, order I My steps and feet, body follow suit. And in Politics that’s quite cute A Principle I would say would constitute. Open Politician, . open your ears The heavens still frown, though the rain clears.