after Tom Hunley’s the Poetry Gymnasium

I Will Never Show You

only tell you
how to break eggs
without getting a fleck
of shell in your omelette 

This art calls for an incantation
to a higher being
and a savage use of science 
~~~an eruption of membrane 

Breathe, you must, three times,
deep, let yourself go;
go inward to where the embryo
waits for the perfect crack

along the rib of the skillet
Ms. Yolk waits for you
to mix the matter of her life
into a messy goo

waits for the fiery elements
to metamorph her into a substance
that will become your body,
the holy communion of your morning

I will never show you