7.27.2011

"An Ode to Food."

You'll nourish me, but no matter anymore.
The pulp I've reduced you to represents your core.
No more suffering with entanglement in the teeth-
through me you've gone, never to see
the good you've done.
Reduced to one
piece.
Have your last fun
being flushed away--
your motion never to cease.

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