Fire Within/ Third World?
From without.
The din of the splattering rain
On the cantankerous tin roof!
(Raindrops keep falling on my head!)
The wind whistles
Through the Aeolian Harp
Of the gaunt ribcage of the hovel
While yellowed ivories chatter in cadence!
The cold numbs and rattles
The apology of the image of God!
God's image!
The tortuous length of the serpentine coils
Wriggle with a life of their own.
The cavern of the belly resounds with protest
As the familiar guest called Hunger
Comes uninvited
To howl in unrequited appeasement!
The mind is numb
With the bleakness of tomorrow.
Will the fires of the hearth
Quench the raging fires
From within?
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