Sand Script, Septillion Tons Poem by O Anna Niemus

The rain blows away
the clouds' horizon Sanskrit
and incoming tide erases
the seaweed's sand script
(but when political messages are
censored by craigslist
the cause is cowardice)
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He had read The Merchant of
Venice and wondered how Shylock
could be so cruel
as he went to the butcher's
and asked for a pound of pork
flesh, watching as the meatcutter
sliced off muscle cells of the
cadaver and placed them on the
scale.
What of those billionaires
who have sold septillion tons
of meat?