Spaghetti God Poem by Christopher Cariad
Spaghetti God
Running my hand
Through a bowl of spaghetti.
IT amazes me at how
something so simple
could become a god.
A power of the universe.
A champion on dying.
Running my fingers through its hair,
its eyes staring back at me
as if it only knew
Its death was near.
Friday, August 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: food,religious
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