Famine Row

Along a summer road of eternal dust that flies in the face of poverty and disdain red and hardened faces with hands as brown as the shine on shoes that at one time reflected in their youthful faces oily overalls now replace the snappy suit he used to wear and the shiny automobile that took him to his job in the city memories well up in tired eyes that fill with tears as bony shoulders heave and protrude from a undernourished body blows his peeling nose on the red handkerchief stuffed in a torn back pocket crafty crows swing from last year's harvest as a dry wind rustles and crackles through skeleton corn stalks... he searches in vain for one piece that the crows have missed as he salivates thinking of the kernal mash in his dry mouth crows heckle his futile attempts and take to wing as back to the road he trudges.. back to that tiresome journey called life..