Ye Of Little Faith Poem by Donal Mahoney

Ye Of Little Faith



for Thomas Aquinas

Part readily the skin
and readily the pulp
as readily the tongues
wild apples bore,
eviscerate the cores
and watermelon spit the pits
they cannot swallow.
Let this be done before
the tongues
wild lemons bore
find no cores.

Sunday, January 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: god
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