Sunday, October 25, 2015

Rust: a poem

This poem is for my friend monna; you can read her excellent poetry here.

Rust

Everything eventually
arteries
              even
human plumbing

don’t, she said, speak that way
about
love
or other forms of hunger

the ferrous quality of
blood
              to blame
oxygen and water to the heart

given sufficient time  
a corroded
carotid
will disintegrate with the redox loss

of electrons, friable
flaking
              it starves
on what it feeds, red teeth

the texture of craving
cracking
              expanding

exacting everything eventually

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