Central Maze A Poem About The Connection Between All

J. Hope Stein, author of Occasionally, I remove your brain through your nose is the mastermind behind this poem.

This poem is titled Central Maze and it was published on January 8, 2018. You can find a lot of her poem in The New Yorker, and Poetry International.

I'm sure we can all agree that she is quite witty in her writing and very talented.

A poem by J, Hope Stein.

We are a sucking people . . .  we look to
each   other   for   nourishment   . . .   Afraid   of  what
will    happen    to    us    if    we    feed    in public     . . .     we
hide           in           broom-closets           and           restrooms            . . .
take      cover      here      in      the      Central     Maze     of     the
Forking   Paths    . . .    to   snack   freely    . . .    lull   with
moss         and         mushroom         and         the        nine-banded
armadillo   . . .   with   caterpillar   and   butterfly  and
butterfly         bush         . . .         amid         the         odor        of        wild
thyme      which,      to     deter     predators,     has     evolved
to become more pungent . . .
. . .  among sow and puppy and piglet  . . .  among
whatever           milk-producing           mammal           survived
the   Era   of   Cancers   and   Guns   and   held on    . . .
each   of   us   is   alive   only  by  the  teat  of  the  other
. . .