Construction Literary Magazine

Winter 2018

The Salt

The Salt
Photograph via Flickr by Yair Aronshtam


I set out to attain nothing more
than myself, and before long,
had no money
and only one tooth,
the price I paid
to locate this exotic kingdom,
where mud-caked holy men
wander barefoot from place
to arduous place,
where the people need salt,
find it in the sea, call
what we call sea, “The Salt,”
and sing, “Let us walk along the shore of The Salt.”
Yes, that will be the title.