-taste it

-taste it

poetry, is raising the whisper of the soul
to a hum
a hum to a song
a song to a war cry
a war cry to revolution

if your poetry can’t be ingested,
if it’s not metallic after taste scorching your palate,
if it is not acid burning throat,
if it is not cancer eating stomach flesh,
fuck your poetry.

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