We Can Meet to Get a Piece of Familiar Meat

You want to do what?
Come aboard?
That ship sailed too long ago.
And after my experiences...
My world has been healed,
From your shockwaves and the rocking.
We can meet to get a piece of familiar meat.
But my peace you see will be kept right here!
With me as its guardian.
And I am not seeking a pet.
Not yet.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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