Tonight's Poet Corner: The Gods Are Irritated
The Gods Are Irritated
by Belinda Roddie
with spirits foaming at the mouth,
the suds whiter than the teeth
of the ocean, the salt mixing
with the savory breeze, turning it
tender as a sacrificial lamb shank.
you can lick the plate clean
when the discourse is done.
you can lick the plate clean
when the discourse is done.
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