Food of the gods
In the easterly direction you were traded,
slaves to our addiction; grow full-bellied
from a trunk. An all-season podfelled by a long-poled knife at a stroke...
Breakfast (C-19) chats on Twitter again, and a video from Emily Nelson at Leeds Museums and Galleries about cocoa production. Which led me to explore more here and there to start writing a poem that is very much based on science facts.