Ode to Bruschetta

I don’t think so stale bread
I sliced you gingerly to avoid a shattering crumble
But I was indelicate with a garlic rub
I doused you with olive oil
And then some more
And then again
Onto the skillet, high heat flame
Your edges are going to burn
Too much salt,
the good heirloom tomatoes that cost too much,
fresh basil sloshed on top
More olive oil, why not
And then, no time to open the wine
Just crunch