Cooking
Phil Elverum
Maybe it’s not fair to expect so much from you
Young people of the modern mega-state
The adults have always brought you food
So you won’t know who to ask how to cook
When it’s time to walk into the night alone
When you walk into the night alone
Unbury the hunger you were born with
It will show you where dinner is hiding
In the branches, the pools, in the beasts, in the world
In the corners of the dark foundation
When you’re hungry beneath the full moon
In the dark belly of the modern mega-state
Try to imagine that you were just born there
Try to imagine that you could be in the world
And the world could be in you
And cooking food will be easy