By Grill Master

For what does a cracked egg open?

And for whom does the butter melt?

When you griddle 

And you sizzle

Like the ever-glowing sky with

a shirt over Orion’s belt

Comb the clouds and 

Fix your hair.

Wash the dirt and 

Find nice clothes to wear.

The proteins unravel

As the pan heats up

Closer and closer 

To the time I will sup.

A gel is made of

The eggs lukewarm

No raincoats to shield

The ground from the storm.

To fry an egg is to 

Separate a part from the whole

To heat so swiftly

And please the soul.