I replace hydrogen and all my acid
With metal – electropositive –
Because I am radical, a rebel
And salt of the earth,
Lending flavour with a lively wit
When my zest is a sailor in a cellar,
Up to my neck in water and wine, mixed.
Aging something valuable
Needs no salt, no deception, and no mine.
Gems I salt away will not dissolve with time.
They are yours to keep when tears evaporate
As I boil in a pan of beach.
A crystal crystalline can send my love
When salt lines drying in the sun
Are no longer mine to taste,
As dry maps of sea on the body
Corundum, while thirsting an absent tongue.
Salt of the earth, she.
Salting the earth, not me.
