To Eat of Meat Joyously
To eat of meat joyously, a juicy loin cut
And with the fresh-baked, fragrant rye bread
Chunks from the whole cheese, and to swallow
Cold beer from the jug: such things are held in
Low esteem, but to my mind, to be put into the grave
Without ever enjoying a mouthful of good meat
Is inhuman, and I say that, I who
Am not good at eating.
About this poem
This poem, representing Germany, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012
