Monday, February 27, 2017

LAST SUPPER FOR ONE

Hungrily—
which are the words?
that will possess

an experience
like this, without
also

consuming it entirely?
Eye-teeth
are glistening,

dripping-
wet,
wondering—

is
this meal I see
for real? No, quivering, it

must be
a trick—
since,

from the
silent holy looks
on all the pale faces

of the animals
in this
tattered picture book,

there's no real meaning
to the food
I've been eating. But

there's still
shame,
and there's sorrow

and there's
guilt,
and there's plenty—

in the simple act
of eating
any

in company.

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