On Time’s diet.

On Time’s diet.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I live to eat
and yet
I am eaten.
I eat-tith
while I can
until I am
gathered
to be eaten.
I am the provider
the sacrificer of
the food chain
for all.
I am sustenance
I give myself up
for the better good.
I am food
and I give
to you time-
myself.


© 2019 andrew mitchell


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the hours are eaten up...our life digested...
and in the end...we are consumed and move on to something eternal...or at least we hope.

otherwise, when the timer runs out...so do we.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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I love pushing the limits on writing poetry. Not everyone's cup of tea but maybe a few will enjoy the twists and turns, the simple, the depth of simplicity, the bizarre and the ridiculous. Strindberg.. more..

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