Cabbage kim-chee, cucumber kim-chee, radish kim-chee.
The peasant savored the peppered, pickled companion to rice.
Soaked in salt and compacted into earthen jars,
Large enough to hide a thief.
Jars dug into the snowy ground,
The harvest preserved for the dormant winter months.
Caggage kim-chee, cucumber kim-chee, radish kim-chee,
Became a pungent necessity at the emporer's
banquets.
And the people, hot-headed from the red pepper,
Smelly with their pores radiating garlic,
Like Buddha, laughed, with a full belly.
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