Eating Noise. - Poem by Miki Byrne
I hear the noise of electricity.
Of plumbing. Of heat.
Traffic growls. Engines roar.
I hear you speak. In the distance,
A baby cries, a dog barks.
The sounds fill me up.
I am force fed. Offered a banquet
from the cities mouth.
Yet all I want is a simple diet.
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