she eats small bits of metal:
gold, copper, "silver is the best
for you," she says
and downs a tablet
like its aspirin.
twists of wire, alloys as
a meal topper,
popping capsules of
aluminum like pez.
there was mercury in her goblet,
and she died smiling. doesn't
matter what we thought. she was
determined to let the holy spirit in.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
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