Salt


You want me to tell you about salt?

Well, it tastes like the sweat, on a toiling sailors brow,

It tastes the way the sea spray looks,

It tastes like the walls

Of a mine in Katowice

Where a cathedral

Sits silent underground.

It tastes

Of a summer lovers embrace,

Of earth becoming flesh

Of eternal purity

And preservation.

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