Salt
I’m salt,
ionic,
on tables laid iconic,
abrasive, bitter,
savoury and,
consecratory:
Tridentined mandatory:
a quarter
of the blessings
from the sky.
And without me
in smallish lots,
you die.
Copyright © Jeffrey Gibson | Year Posted 2012
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