Liar, liar...

when the sweet sap of
the sugar cane is gone
when the salt does not
taste salt at all
when the vinegar loses
its prized acidity
the raw mango its sourness
the pork its oil and
the rice its gluten

when essence is gone
when you say that it is this
essence that precedes
existence

then tell me what happens next?

i know what to do.I know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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