Marrow Poem by guillermo veloso

Marrow



To say this thing
To feel it said
To release a thousand years from
A bottle
To say this thing
To strip it to the bone
Clean the bone
To the marrow
Spoon the marrow and spread it on toast
Warm and ours
To say this thing
To feel it said

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