Ode to a Dishwasher

A symphony of foam emerges from the stainless steel base of your lap.

Plates piled high, greasy choirs, forks and spoons, roaring fire.

With dancing and gurgling songs

you wash away the dirt and fix all the mistakes.

Burnt cheese and coffee stains,

nothing the rain can wash away.

Move the cycle waltz, final flush,

sparkling clean, sparkling prince.

Every porcelain throne, every tarnished glass, newly made, they stand gratefully.

Not just a machine, your silent friend,

Every day we look at who our food is different from.

So let's toast the dishwasher with a glass of thanks.

For the war and the food won,

I will tell you that that day is over.