HUNGER

Her teeth are hammers; her fingers,

rusty nails. See how she polishes them

 

How punctured the stomach

sputters & sighs. Clapping! Stamping!

 

In foot-felt stammer, hand-forced screams,

those with no stomach for the task

 

prophesy hunger’s end. Hauling stones

to the well, setting the mountain

 

in place. Give her time…

those who will not see her say

 

to go away. And so? Escargot, chile con carne,

the tree that gave its limbs

 

is already ash. Falling away, receding,

nostalgic for their tasks, flame

 

hungers for air, water

subsides in its mother tongue

 

Their bastard offspring

inherit the earth. Her chilled scurvied bones

 

drag behind them a slate gray sky

 

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