#567 - someone

 

22.vii.21

567

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someone

 

‘no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn’

                                             – Uncle Jim

 

for Brian Purcell

 

(and they shall remain nameless)

convinced themselves that they were the meat in the sandwich

… and I ask you – what kind of meat is it we find in a sandwich?

anyway, someone built their sandwich around this idea

(and you might think it was buttering up)

 

blameless such sausage and dill of a pickle

couldn’t fight their way out of a bun

 

nor would the bullet be bitten

 

someone imagined their own firing squad

time between the trigger

the illimitable heart

 

Prometheus, Marsyas, Christ

(name the poison)

 

sort of a sacrifice

so delicious

why hast thou forsaken the sandwich?

 

excuses excuses

tough crust

not hungry enough

 

so nibble the edges

be of good cheer

 

no one in a sandwich gets out alive

 

it’s down

and it’s out

you’ll go