I Don’t Eat Death
I do not need to eat death, death is already inside me.
A broken tide of blood washes over the stony surface of my heart.
Salt and iron dance with a sort of physical poetry,
If not awkwardly.
It is here that I find myself on the well-worn path
Casting about for a foothold.
Taking courage in the knowledge that in every argument I’ve ever had,
I’ve been in the wrong.
I must cast off in this little boat named
and sail it in every direction.
-michael tawd bell