Diet

Diet The thin man held no answer he bent and swayed struggling to focus through the last mirage of water remorseless thoughts rolling unrelenting tornadoes through his shrunken heart and wispy head settling an empty groan in discomfort on his stomachs pit The shallows of his sockets could not glean a single spec of truth from arid dust his heart lay dug eyes brimming with graves he could not keep life from pretending today Unfashioned words grind his tongue on bitter teeth sharp stammering but cannot form speech words of supplication stick dry cracking to his lips so the thin man shook silently holding the sculling shovel of his love clenched tenderly in skeleton hands The thin woman trembled on teetering knees she could not forget expansive shifting winds moving over green open plains his woman will not wail her dark water eyes rotating fix the demon spitting from the skies emanating its parched and brittle blessing forever howling drying silence is her answer to its thirstless demand So thin he is shirt flapping at the flagging breeze defies the strength of his boneless knees topples like a withered tree reasonless love now lay in their coverlet of fruitless earth pleading for the foreign alms there is no water left to drown the conflicts of his tears She wishes the acid of his belly would quench a burning memory there are no clues to these little mounds laying beneath his spade and grinding fist their faces have gone with all their unanswered questions in his stomach a tornado rages on Their children have succumbed choking their last on the food of their starvation