How are olives an exploration of poetry?

First, let's establish we are speaking of olives with pits.   A poem is an exploration of the sweetmeat around a core.  The olive pit is core.

By the way, a pit-less olive allows a poem to explore it's core in anyway is wishes.  Be it void.  Be it bowl.

So you see, there is losing with olives.  Pit, pit-less, or however they be dressed.

No quite that easy with a poem, of course.

Marinated olives. How are Mo a role model for poems?

Some poems could benefit greatly from brining. Curing.

In the meantime, here's a poem-friendly culinary activity:

jar of good green olives (with pits)
lemon zest & a squeeze of juice
2 bay leaves
3-4 slices of garlic
fresh lemon thyme -- a few sprigs
olive oil
MIX

to which can be added:
chopped tomatoes
or almonds
or feta
or roasted onions
or carrots (raw or roasted)
MIX (Serve as tapas or on top of leaf lettuce, making what might loosely be called, a salad)