Poetry Is My Protest: Poem 21

What we feed is what will live,
is what will grow,
is what will name and be named
by the will, by our nature
by the sanctions of our indebted hearts
whose articulation
owes it all to Love
for love alone is life
Love alone is art
and Art alone will teach us
that what we feed
is what will feed
(or feed upon)
us.

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