Salt Boxed

salt confuses pepper for rocks
shattered boulders 
hefted to the top of grinder mountain
and shoved off to crack again
a spice without heat
and a flavor
with just a little peck
on what must be the inside
of a hungry human cheek

spare us, sodium,
your squares bond us
and your cares frond us
as palmistry predicts
distillation convicts
as both simplicity
and generalities
cannot imagine
a world without themselves