New Poem: "Meals Ready to Eat"

This poem is the next installment in the poetic memoir of my adventures in Indonesia.  "Meals Ready to Eat" refers to MREs or field rations.  They're not bad but do grow tiresome quickly.  It was my sad duty to recommend to my CO that his command, ourselves included, must live off of MREs while on the islands.  There was simply no alternative available locally that would not result in sudden and severe diarrheal illnesses all around.