Occult Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Occult



They tested him,
of course they would,
had IBS, it bothered him,
then reflux which was worse,
three days he caught the stuff
in a small salad bowl,
occult it said,
and what it looked for
was the sap that makes you live.

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