#2,391 Meat Counter

mike bell poems poetry

Walt Whitman’s was dropped
& Einstein’s sliced up & thinly
distributed to enquirers – less
prior approvals from himself –
Of mine? To be cut like a ham
after it all – My ignorances will
be of use – grey matters sat in
a soupy place – a degradation
of parts – Neurologists dream
of seeing my confirming slices