Crunch

Crunch

"I don't want to read something I already know 
or which is going to slide down easily:
there has to be some crunch, 
a certain amount of resilience." 
Poet John Ashbery.

He wasn't the first one
to say it, but crunch
is spot on, as they say. 

Life could be soft
and easily digestible, I guess – –
if that's your preference.
Actually, it might be mine, but I was blessed
when you get right down to it,
to have crunch enter in without my
asking or even foreknowing.

But it's one thing 
to receive our days as crunch,
quite another to dish it out
to others.

I would rather not
go down as cream of wheat,
pablum to my peers.

And when I'm laid away for good,
there will be many a mastication--an 
eternity of earth chewing away,
crushing the strongest box 
or urn. Whether worms or beetles
or the heaving and moaning of
my loamy home--

May my final sound be
a cosmic crunch. 


Phil Hefner.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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