Salutation Poem by Abraham John Jaggernauth

This greeting, this meeting; leave space for our seating.
This only comes once in a lifetime, like the Superbowl on a Sunday evening.
Meet the needs, and make room for me; salutations, please.
This theme grieves pardons and reprieves; like the last one, only manners make for the appeased.
This grief berefts me to make a meal, and share it to all who concede in belief. This means, believe and be, and set aside what supercedes.
Let free the hello, if it explains me, but keep the thought if only to ingest we. To believe, we could be you and me, please; a salutation is what you need.
Greet me please, and let us see; if meeting makes for a salutation beyond what we can see.


(5/15/13)