Rice [Politics, Gastronomy]

Rice, Rice Cooker

I only caught
my rice cooker's
song near the end;
it was hard to hear
with Thurston Moore
playing loudly in
my ear; the last I'd
heard of rice on
song was in China,
where I'm sure my
rice cooker was made:

She hums, so I saw
when I saw that she
sings: I had her as
more of a percussionist,
the high clanks
in shades of
rips in space,
metallic bangs,
booms, foreboding
a crescent clatter
slowly clacking
first, then clocking
increased tempo,
climbing, clamoring
martial metallic,
steady, industrious,
drumming.

But she hums, and
there's bass in the
boiling rice, beating,
bubbling, evaporating,
pulsating and breathing
on steam to hum
through a valve on
the lid, steam
on to hum.

And a clack,
most expected,
sets the light
from cook to
warm, and the
hum slowly
digresses,
at the clack,
soon to be turned off,
soon to be chowed down.