“corpses set to banquet”
–Ezra Pound
bloated heads mouths agape
tongues loll silently free
some lie face down spitting
blood across the table
others slouch faces bent
toward a dark sky in prayer
we wait our turn to eat
with a trepidation
that aches into our bone
the insult of living
inculcates each moment
until we come to know
the feast set before us
will melt away like snow
(April 29, 2015)
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