How To Be Free From Death
You can bury death,
if you mould your teeth into a grinding machine,
waddle your tongue like a paddle in sea
and drive her deep into the belly of your belly,
you are what you eat,
or speak.
Bite Size Poem no.47 Poetry Contest
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