Were We Mistakes
Were we mistakes?
like a line cut out a net,
so a hole grew in our abscence,
where fish flew to escape,
these fish grew to be metaphors,
and we are pained to stake
they mean much more before us
grown large to fill a lake,
that hunger not for meaning
to cut, broil, or bake.
These fish grow in our abscence;
meaning lost to Time---
refrenced only as lost knowing
what words we'd have them dined.
Copyright © Local Order | Year Posted 2018
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