the name of this verse will be duplicated

as dust flakes gathered

then rained over our dinner table meal,

no soul present cared to salt

their prescribed hunger

in the least

nearby in a farmer's field

mounted tablecloth infections

spread all over the plant growers,

who’d presented us with this filth to sort out

perhaps someday we may just forget how to swallow,

and all that will be left

for us to proceed with this fated play

will be to puke all over their rotten stagnant oxygen

and wait for eternity to never show up

11/24/70

Paterson