Eating Sardines Poem by Matt Greenblatt

Eating Sardines



Death doesn't lay in wait
For bald men in cancer wards
No, I feel it in my fingers,
Covered in mustard sauce,
When I lay sardines on bread,
Taste it on my teeth and lips
As I grind bones and
Slide them through my neck
Down and through
Oh yes, down and through

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Matt Greenblatt

Matt Greenblatt

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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