The Earl of Sandwich was the first.
We owe a debt to him.
He placed between two pieces
of thick bread a slice of meat and fed
the rest of us with what forever after
we would honor in his name throughout
two hundred fifty years of lunches
then and now and yet to come:
the sandwich – from a land which
also gave us language – which we use
sometimes against its rules: for instance
by employing “sandwich” as a verb –
such as when I say I’ll sandwich you
between my arms all day, my little lamb –
loving what we are and what we am.We won’t need any ham.