The Feast

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    The Feast
    Sitting on a silver tray
    For close inspection.
    Little naked meat
    Unmasked after the play of honor.

    What’s going to be?
    A bird's prey or a big feast?
    -- I do not know.

    No one takes the first bite
    Except for the one
    Residing in my heart, who sees all
    Who never eats, yet has consumed all.

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    Hoosierpoet commented on The Feast

    05-05-2009

    I'm not so sure what is behind this poem, but it seems to say a lot more than the mere words are telling me, like there is some message there about you, some revelation, or exposing of the inner soul. Great little read. Moses
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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