The Bread King was more than just a tyrant made of those inedible, twisted, multi-colored bread sculptures on the display counter at the bakery.
He was also a poet. And I saved his journals from the looters’ flame. I will be publishing his until now lost work here on a regular basis. Below, an untitled piece from The Bread King.
TEETH OF BREAD, TEETH OF BREAD.
HOW DO I CHEW WITH THESE TEETH OF BREAD?
How do I see with these eyes of bread? How do I learn with a brain of bread?
I’M MADE OF BREAD, GODDAMN YOU. BREAD!
The lizards don’t care,
they only despise me
and my bread legs.
HOW I WISH BREAD WAS STEEL!