Day 430: Salt

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one thing
i might do
can affect the whole
lot of you,

and by the gifts
you’d have brought
my striving ceases,
my aches forgot.

so why then,
souls,
do we withhold
the kindest words
that we’ve been told?

to keep our strength?
to get our due?
i can’t help me
by helping you?

pretty fishy,
i’ve got to say.
and i’m not sure
we like living this way.

what satisfaction
has the good man gained
by leaving his brothers
banned and shamed?

more grub on the platter,
more beer in the stein,
are all indigestible
sans salt in the brine.

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