Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

In a Can

to fight old age, in juxtaposition
between fresh and metallic
a life pretty much sealed
with the scent of an ancient ghost

her color is turned as if an art
made to crawl tight within, servile
sniffed at, tasted through puckered lips
served at an altered angle

a bare-heart ladled in sauce
like a story retold in plainer words
not quite a carcass, but no worries
since there are different ways of dying



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Prompt: anything in a can