The Brain-Pan Is The Cannibal's Dream Poem by Patti Masterman
The Brain-Pan Is The Cannibal's Dream
The brain-pan is the cannibal's dream;
The seat of soul, the being's seam,
The font of man's divinest mind:
Both brute, and the devoutly kind.
The cannibal sits at the head of table
Eating your memories long as he's able,
Counting it as his finest repast,
Eating your present, future and past.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,future,memories
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