A History of Hunger
He would see the dog
chained in the yard,
its ribcage
a hollow pulse of want,
its face a rag for misery.
The boy understood hunger.
Later a large hare
was hung in a butcher’s window.
It looked like a small brown dog.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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