Hollow Hands
Existing with plenty lips and limbs
and of eyes, large enough to house the entire head
drags food in the orphanage, thinking they won’t need it
appetite in need of a lock and the lessons of maturity
every of his receptor is erect and rapacious
hand in front, leg behind, mouth on site, all for a full grasp
one who covets stones because they are mixed with grains
the sneaking of this bee into ten honey combs
to compress different benefits into one phase
abdomen stretches and changes shape
to accommodate the most of more
contentment is pushed through the bowels
no hope for this being as satisfaction reaches the rectum
and the word ‘enough’ a suicide route of his ego.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2020
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