Magical Solution

—.for H.W. who planted the seed of this in my skull

I’m on the lookout for a short poem
free of explanation

one that says in a word or two
what’s up

I’m looking for a non-treatise
that gnaws on a bone

one as straight, as hard, as the revelation:
you are, with the multitude,

it would be key to the moment it was written,
it would tell the story, sordid or sublime,
of the meat you supped upon as you sipped 
the magical solution time

Jim Culleny