Curdled Milk
so, this is what life is about
no use to scream
no use to shout
this is what life is about
the cream floats to the top
the top to taste
first
slaking the thirst
of what life is about
but the cream
is but a whisper
the thinnest layer
the body yet good
is mere staple food
and if not used
quickly, quickly
it curdles and splits
knowledge and wits
yet curdled life
is not spoiled
it is an acquired taste
nothing to waste
so don’t pinch your face
at this thickened grace
enjoy every bit
not knowledge but wit
for wisdom lies
where milk spiller cries
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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