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If Poetry Were Edible - Oct. 22, 2023

poetry does nothing

for the starving so

wouldn’t it be nice

if paper was edible

and words were herbs

stirred into stanzas

and with one bite

hunger would take a hit

and if the poem was good

they’d taste the longing

in the lyrics that stars

wish they could speak

that even man

has trouble speaking

that there’s something else

which never passes the lips

or enters the stomach

which feeds a human being

compels them to smile

stand up and walk


with feet barely touching

the ground


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