Edible

A poem

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would you taste this
fungi as you forage
would you be first
at the hunt and gather
perhaps volunteer
your body
your tongue elongated
bracing yourself
for the delicacy
that could nourish,
poison, or worse
smoosh the synapses
until you see a cloaked
being before you
is it God, you wonder
as if you could tell
the difference between
your clan-mates and
wild asparagus shoots
you laugh and laugh
and fall down anyway
death and sacrifice…