Jesus says,
You are the salt of the earth.
Go forth, ye,
enhance every flavor,
be requisite in bacon,
demanded by kale,
in shakers on the tables
of the mess
where soldiers eat,
passed hand-to-hand,
or put in little paper packets
like sachet
to be ripped open,
spilled at picnics,
sprinkled at the Ritz.
Small white crystals,
chunky Himalayan pink,
or Morton's, with
or without iodine
but always
with the little girl
and her umbrella marching
round the cardboard cylinder
since 1910.
You are the salt of the earth,
he says, Go flavor things.
Be common and important.
Make annoying people
call for you when you're not
there. Be everywhere
and noticed when you're not,
Be used and frequently applied,
be gargled, poured out, sprinkled,
be distributed and used for preservation.
Go ye forth, spike and intensify.