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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Form and Function

It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman


Forks, spoons, knives
These are just tools,
Forms to accomplish some
Function,
Such as the delivery of food to
The body.
Chopsticks, fingers
Would also suit
The purpose.
The beauty 
of the form lies 
in its ability to perform
The task.
Does the fork’s metal catch the light
To bake the perfect print?
Do the chopsticks hold the hair
In a delicious bun atop the head?
Is the finger the correct length and diameter
For a dependable and silent purge?
Is the knife sharp enough to slice away the pain
Without killing the host?

submitted for The Mag, Mag 137