Death of a Fork

Death of a Fork

A Poem by Julia Ledo

Never in my life had I seen a fork die

But this one had definitely seen it’s day

Tarnished and prongs bent over with age

Laying on its back

Straining to say

“It is all well and good”

“To touch the lips”

“And then the food”

“But one must do what can only be done”

“Which is to do the latter first”

“And then the former one”

As the light left its eyes

I held onto it tight

Whispering softly,

“You put up a good fight”

And I laid it to rest

In the plastic grid coffin

Moving on to the dish pile

And putting the rest of the wash in.

© 2017 Julia Ledo



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Added on April 20, 2017
Last Updated on April 20, 2017
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Julia Ledo
Julia Ledo

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