broken abbey One writer's thoughts…

Partial Meal

Flesh-eating hearts
nurtured on line-soup
nurse ivory anguish
that is bidden thirsty for us.

Heresy steak,
spar of the living,
where our green obligations
announce thunderous tradition.

Coal redresses discontent
implication,
shudders resistance,
a dizzy unseen statement.

Dispatch a strip of prison veil,
the hush of leaves
a prelude to duck failure.

Lunch,
that obstructed, devoted meal.

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