a spoon is
a spoon
and a fork is
a fork
it is the maker
that designed
it for a purpose
times changed
art came
so here comes a
spoon whose head
is a spoon
whose feet are
forks
and it has amazed
some
if not all
to be honest
about it.
the purposes
have become
varied
art invented them.
do not be confused
life is like it
always an experiment
by untamed
scientists who are
also getting to be
our artists
the source of
war is this intolerance
for something new
this greed for uniformity
this tendency to
dictate what ought to be
there will be new
recipes for our eating
more changes in the kitchen
and even in the
house where we all live
here we are in this
party of our lives
what matters most is
not that we are full and filled
but how we live
i have eaten and you
have eaten
you know what we shall do
to be full again
please sing for me
and i will dance for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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