Olive's Milk

Since antiquity, it seems probable

that from around the world,

every language and people group

grasp at bread:

bread is a common language,

a children’s pacifier,

a peace lily’s bloom,

painted with the olive’s milk,

the horn of a wild ox when from wheat berry ground,

with notes of rosemary’s blue oil,

its flour like snow,

melting in the leagues of cornflower,

dissolving insult . . .