Poems of the Week

The Fury and the Sound

by Bruce Bennett

Joey Chestnut wins the Crown.
Wolfs those hot dogs. Keeps them down.
Good for him! Long may he scarf!
I can’t watch though. I would barf.

Soaks the buns, which makes them slide.
How can there be room inside?
What will happen when they pass?
OMG! The groans. The gas.

Spare me thoughts of what’s in store
Once that crowd has ceased to roar.
Once there’s quiet, and his gut
Screams, Hey Joey, What is what?

I’ve been faithful. I’ve been true.
What, Man, have I done to you?

What if, with one giant cramp,
Joey’s gut does in the Champ?