It occurred to him all of a sudden
what a wonderful thing cereal was.
“Doesn’t it mean something like ‘of Ceres’?” he asked.
I said that I supposed it did,
wondering whether it were Greek
 or Chinese in origin.

“A good cereal,” he offered, “consists
of flakes of corn, of oats, with honey –
another enchanting word.”
I thought of the Land of Milk and Honey
 and then thought of Homer Simpson.

He ran on to particulars :
“Wheat or oats, corn, rice or bran – the dried fruits…
Someday I’d like to have a festival.
We’d eat cereal for a couple days,
both day and night, with different types
of milk, with figs, with wines and beers,
and with honey.
 “We’ll share grains with strangers,
throw cereal at one another.
Toss it in bonfires. Eat it dry.
Stare at the moon.
Invite Dionysus.”