The Last Poem in a Unpublishable Collection
How much art
do I need
to eat
to suppress who
I am
what I was
why am I knotted—
a battle box
croaked
and planted
a lava jaw
silenced
How much art
do I need
to eat
to suppress who
I am
what I was
why am I knotted—
a battle box
croaked
and planted
a lava jaw
silenced