The Cost Poem by Jason Page

The cost
No more cake the bowl remains empty
Of any stories
Pork pies of lies
Why give it up
Why say no
Who made it so
Played it to the beat
Easy meat
Prey on the weak
Exonerated it all
When your claws peirce enough to draw blood
Satisfying the hungers of thirst and taste
Baffle the culled with your minds dexterity
Inching farther away
Inch by inch
With each keystroke
Shaken down by every brush of wind


Out beyond the pines at the edge of town
The winds throughput carry us home.