Force fed my love,
She masticates and swallows.
Peristaltic palm fronds, bow to me.
And disregard the gag reflex,
It trickles through the crowd,
Breaking free, its then shoved,
into the mouth of an alchemist,
eviscerated, mixed with acid,
and injected into her heart,
whilst I am combined
with ammonia and sodium
to be cauterized, sterilized
and excreted.

As you may have noticed Moral Fibre has a poetry section - why? Moral Fibre, well Talita and Vincent met swapping poetry - it is the gateway to real human connectivity and in most instances says more in a few lines than some theorists, novelists and definitely politicians are capable of saying in hundreds of pages!

Moral Fibre wants to hear your poetry, the Moral Fibre Poetry section awaits your input and we’d love to start meeting regularly to discuss the poems on the site!