A Paleontological Fine Line Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I appreciate nature's way of painting.
She uses for substrate any organic
or man-made matter.

She does it naturally, seductively
and at times oh so lethally.
An ever-ready-to-bite apple

skillfully embedded in the weave
of a well-painted tableau tastes akin
to a Belgian linen canvas

and if poorly executed, its aftertaste
approximates cotton duck
made somewhere in the Far East.

That is the prime difference
between a filet mignon and
a Chateaubriand or London broil.

It's not only a matter of price
but the fine line separating
cannibals from carnal taste buds.

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