Two old men, Eros and Thanatos,
life-long friends, sit in a restaurant.
They order the daily special and split it
straight down the middle in an amicable
tradition. The halves satisfy them fully.
Even the French fries that come with
the order are preferred by one over the
other so the quantity amply satisfies both.
But ordering one special qualifies them
for only one free soda. A sugary, lethal,
Coke. They solve the problem ordering
water that comes in free cups.
They split the soda but not the fries.
As a matter of fact one orders
a side order of the deadly bud
blaming it on the voice inside his head
irresistibly tempting the vortex
of the Big Void.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka © Feb 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem