Nature never ends. It humbles.
But the word is out. It only mumbles.
One discovery and what next?
A limitless soul perplexed.
Let’s take it from there. Who is my brother?
Same as the earth. She is my mother.
Tie up the tongue and swallow hard.
Before nature, my son, there is the Bard
Informing us where to look
between space and time with no cook book.
Then you come along and stare at me.
I stumble and bungle and offer you tea.
Who made that you say with alarm?
A slave from somewhere who lost an arm.
Where is it now? Oh it’s in the stew
waving good-bye to you or the blue.
So much for taste before we’ve eaten.
You shat in this pot when it could have been Eden.
Cannibal
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