the sea becoming mussel soup

Jon Nakapalau

and now i know

what dish we are preparing 
for last supper for man

and first supper for beast
7 heads with gaping mouths

wounded head licking lips
so grateful for so many cooks

who spoiled this
simple recipe of existence 

hundreds of millions shells agape 
as if they had been boiled

state of wonder
so very far from holy shore. 

  • Author: Jon Nakapalau (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2021 16:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hundreds of millions of mussels dead in the Pacific Northwest, shells agape as if they had been boiled.
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 32
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