My Black Rosary With Red Cross and Daily Bread

A gaze at uncertainty in your meal time A wave of poverty in your surroundings Which one will spoil your hunger? What will kill your taste buds? Nothing for sure can eat you Unless you have eaten something else A pinch of salt in your sweat It refuses to give up its taste A pale edge of your empty plate It refuses to smile at your disposal A moment when mind forgets to remember A moment when mind remembers to forget Matters of convenience and coincidence All this happens in our daily life We keep a bread for the day Shrinks by the evening, rots by the fifth day Filth by a weeks time, frozen in your next working day Weeks after, you meet them all in your wounds Your despair, your inertia, your pathos and vanity All is known to submit to the season of red black winters Same applies to my black rosary with red cross in my chest