The Pasta Machine / Everything Returns to the Sea

This poem was inspired by the friend of my co-worker who constantly sends him poetic messages about the state of his poo.

The Pasta Machine / Everything Returns to the Sea

turn, turn, goes the crank
the push of the machine
tender sheets
lasagne
finespun strands
or robust pipes?
angel hair or
penne-bursting-out-of-tripes?
whatever may come
may it be ripe, ripe
clip, clip, clip
the machine goes pinch
gnocchi falling
from its treasure ship
fatty roly almond jewels
exquisite divers into pools
back to the place of their birth.