The cold Sun <br />soaked in thick tears <br />whimpered in pain, <br />in the vengeful <br />red heat <br />of black space. <br /> <br />To save the sun <br />from blackening <br />I bedded it <br />in a ceramic crater, <br />sprinkled salt and pepper <br />and ate it <br />for breakfast.<br /><br />Pradeep Dhavakumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunny-breakfast/
