The black iron frying pan on the coals,
the two birds singed in flame.
Bacon, onion, and garlic.
Browning then steaming with a lid and put the livers in.
Half a bird a piece.
Toast and bulgur passing about the fire on aluminum
plates dense firm flesh, dark and rich.
One man doesn't eat.
At dawn look out from the dune.
No birds at all but three curlew.
Curlew, curlew, pacing and glancing around.
[APPLAUSE]