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.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- 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
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