PLAGIARISM

a short poem on plagiarism

I did not steal a segment of rib
I can barely hold my own organs in place…
But my lungs lap at the leftovers,
Slick with what I stole
Always reaching and clawing.
Gnawing to the bone.
Ripping through the meat.
Consume, consume, consume.
I cannot steal what is immortal and always recycled…