The third poem in the Moment Poetry collection is ‘Salt and Vinegar’ by Steve Denehan.

The chipper would serve the chips wrapped in newspaper
headlines and stories blurred with seeping vinegar
chip edges blackened with bleeding ink
we ate the words
the thoughts
of those brighter than ourselves

we sat on the wall
birds on a wire
heat in our hands
steam rising upward
to evening skies
chased by our laughter
and the best of us

those days
going
almost gone
in those days we ate the world