Elixer

Line you all up and come recieve rations
Blessed, divine, after manna it's fashioned
There be not a need to covet your neighbors
Abundance for all, no need to ask favors
At the moment of truth your ladle is poured
Pottage meets bowl, now bless your lord
In humble bowls lay elixers of life
Which lead to all the causes of strife
And outside the doors from whence you just came
The thresholds surrounded by dead and the lame
Quarrelling over the bowls of the dead
Only to stand in queue in their stead
So, sit you down with bowl filled to brim
Squat little man, kin to Naugrim
The vapors escape from bowl to the nose
"Calamus, Anise, or maybe some Cloves?"
Just close your eyes, sip spoon with held breath
As vapors hit brain, you know that it's death
For the scent that you noticed, but yet couldn't place
Not Dill, nor Cassia, but deadly Nightshade