Pantry shelves hold jars of jam
sweet spreads of life made from fruits and berries
so succulent drops of saliva
rain on each touch of tongues
Cautious people stack rows
of carefully canned fruit
preserved with small portions of honey,
sugar cane or molasses.
Tin lids eventually “pop”
leaving elastic bitters
for knives to daub and rub
against stale breads.
Must life endure until
only vinegary fills remain
and I am left to consume
sour roughage to sustain me?
When perdition creeps
across the sands to envelop me
what will become
of unopened jars?
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Pantry shelves hold jars of jam
sweet spreads of life made from fruits and berries
so succulent drops of saliva
rain on each touch of tongues
Cautious people stack rows
of carefully canned fruit
preserved with small portions of honey,
sugar cane or molasses.
Tin lids eventually “pop”
leaving elastic bitters
for knives to daub and rub
against stale breads.
Must life endure until
only vinegary fills remain
and I am left to consume
sour roughage to sustain me?
When perdition creeps
across the sands to envelop me
what will become
of unopened jars?
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