Michael Witkowski - Epistle to the Mint

Dear Peppermint,
Thou hast choked on the sun.
Bewildered the water, wondered
At the earth, food you despise
Death you do not ignore, how
Can you be helped? With a trace
of another mint. Oblivion? I
Send you my cheeriest wishes
that you may choke on yourself!

Your fertilizer

Michael Witkowski

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