Bar B Que

Now, all southerners love their Bar B Que, and when I was given an assignment to write a poem about that spicy dish, I went at it like a woodpecker on a bug-filled log. Instead of one, I came up with two. Dadgum! Now I'm hungry.


Bar B Que

Best if cooked slowly over the coals
And rubbed with spices
Ribbons of smoke caress the meat,
Bringing forth the juices and smells
Quite delightfully
Until you feel you will just die if you can’t
Eat it.


Bar B Que

The smell
Hickory and spice
The cook slathers the sauce
We smile as we load our plates up
Messy