Occupy Poetry

One More Poem

BY Gopi Kottoor

One more poem may tell me of you
and why
you chose to stare back at the sky
with my wound bleeding before your eyes;
One more poem may be the triumph.
The clearing of meat from blood
as under a flowing tap.
and why; one more poem.
so that the poem can be hung like meat
sans all the dripping of blood
it is made of;

for the poet is the butcher
the murderer and fiend
the lover who loves
the one that loves
thirty pieces of silver

and his poem
is his meat and bone

The Zong


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