they had a hot gammon
– ‘The Waste Land’ by T S Elliott
They had a hot gamon, and then they had
cold pork pie and fish and chips and beer,
until they were so full of meat, she said –
but someone stopped her before she could speak.
It would only be crude, something stupid.
‘Waste, waste, what a load of waste,’ he said, soft,
purveying the table still full of food,
sausage rolls and chicken legs and cheesecake,
victoria sponge and onion bhajis…
‘What a waste,’ he said to himself. The bin
sat open and hungry. He scowled at it.
The bride and groom cut the cake, ate one slice,
and left the rest, the guests ate a slice each,
leaving three tiers. Would it get eaten?
Course not. We consume without thought – you could
feed a country with a wedding buffet.
And you can always see a wedding from
the mountain of shit it leaves behind.
an outreach situation 