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
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