Hunger Artist

Hunger Artist - A Kafkaesque Moment By: Earl Schumacker (influenced by “A Hunger Artist”- short story by: Franz Kafka) Food is foreign and mysterious to me now Tolerance for such things is vile My art once held the masses In a mesmerizing enchanted grip These days nothing matters Death by hunger is dismissed No one comes by my cage To keep me faithful to my pain, as it really is Starvation has lost its style Or flavor should I say Such enlightenment and with it fame Once came quick The children gathered by the thousands To prove that nothing happened Watching frantically; morning noon and night To see no food had passed the artists lips And death would take them nicely without tricks I can’t remember ever being free My cage and I came together mysteriously We seem to be the same thing Starving came instinctively As last hunger artist I can’t resign I have to see enlightenment one time With or without people to observe Even if I should die before my time alone