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Evening Meal

Sep. 15, 2013
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Come, pump blood into my borscht,

heart-shaped beet,

fang-rooted Romanian blood-bulb,

vampire of vegetables.

I sink my teeth into you.

Warm this cold twilight.




Ed Werstein, Milwaukee, WI, spent 22 years in manufacturing and union activity before his muse awoke and dragged herself out of bed. He advocates for peace and against corporate power. His poetry has appeared in Verse Wisconsin, Blue Collar Review, Stoneboat, Mobius: the Journal of Social Change, and some other publications. His new chapbook, Who Are We Then?, has just been published by Partisan Press. He may be contacted at wersted@gmail.com


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