POEM TITLE Last Slice Final Slide
POEM It cried from the table - take me too
I don’t want to be the last story unread
If you take me
It may mean I go into the choked speed lane of history
I don’t mind, hasten it
Time takes everything
Take me like you took others
I will rather meet fire and flood again
Than lie alone in this deserted dessert
If you don’t take me
They will mock you for lacking prudence
They will mock me for lacking experience
That I came, I saw, but knew not a conquering
And to fall further
I might be lost in the dirty oblivion, by the purification of this platform
I fear nothing, I have felt them all
Fire and water, heat and cold
Take me
At the Lobster Pot
Cast me around the Blackness on Sea
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