French Baguette

A longish lament
Or a lopsided loaf
Of soulful sadness
having devoured
The death poet’s
Daunting  declaration
Of freedom from
Tyrannical toads
Following Neruda’s
Painting bread
As pecuniary words
Knowing kneading
Is necessary to
Form a fancy
French baguette
But to bake it
Is a caustic case
Requiring respect
For winding words
Which one can
Eat with pleasure
Or swallow swiftly
It being Gallic
Goes without saying
Theatrical tales
Of breads and words