Lavatorial Ponderations Poem by Zac Wittstruck

The mystery of malnutrition
subsides in the deepest fissures
known to any human form
as the cavernous breach.

With this knowledge, you
may ask yourself
questions very slowly
regarding the livelihood

of Mother Goose. Only
she may know the question
to the answer if
the price is right. If

the price is left for
her to decide, might it
be best to leave her
to her own devices?

I have asked this time
and I'm again seeking not
only fruit for the womb but
meat as well for the

masses. Black tassels litter
the hassled leaders of lack-
lustered cheaters, though
if I don't say it, who

will spray it? It, being
the layers of brick
and concrete aqueducts
where the ducks act

while greeting lawyers
who are quick to their
feet but not to their sore
thumbs. Oy, the wasteful

days of adulterous lessons.
May they forever be
forgiven by reverends
of irreverence.