042210h After Taste Poem by Manonton Dalan

thought of your dish wallowing on tar
could drive your appetite to bottom
even what's in front of you was frozen
years ago at ten below fahrenheit
a mere suggestion spark reaction
some soothing some not well like

unknown to most we dump everything
at sea every waking hours at 24/7
what else you think we didn't throwaway
at san diego we used to do burial at sea
with coffin and all; some refuse to sink
we have to do something for navsafe