Treasure Island

Samuel Eyitayo


The Food of Death


Sweet
The tongue sings
Sweet
The nose smells
The food of death

Loved
For the paint
Loved
For the past
The food of death

No one
Resists the urge
No one
Refuses to take
The food of death

Eat it now
Die later
Eat it well
Die now
The food of death

Who seeks it
Who savours it
The one billed to die eating
The food of death

Fatty
Attractive
Tasteful are
The food of death

Run now
Not later
Kick your skull
Lock the gate when you see
The food of death

Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This has to do with the type of 'food' we take when we are very 'hungry'. They come in shades, packaged to quench the 'hunger' but dangerous to the spirit, soul and body of the eater. Please, eat right and eat well.

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