Ingesting Hunger

sun rays settle skies prism shelters diversity - kids breaking hard bricks wind spreads gentle seeds prayer evokes mute silence - too many lost souls rain drops whet dry soil scope scoops whirlpools of dry tears - god should know better earth circles tailspins faith plants pinpoints of respite - nausea casts doubt C Charity dangles from fig-leafs R Resolve spreads edges of pain A Amplifies distraction from sorrow V Vies for praise and deceit I Inglorious bedlam lurks N Near a surface of tension G Go forth and multiply Fertility bewitches a planet out of control Populations carry the burden All they know is that bombs will descend upon them Like the Amen in church promising relief Erasing conscience and justice Equality raised to ground level You mock my disdain ‘what can you do about it my friend?’ Bedlam is for deadbeats fretting on impossible friendship ‘Don’t beat yourself up about it when others break in your place’ universe spreads flapping wings flies to horizons - icarus melts waxen doom just one human race written stone cold marble – papyrus hell bound ancient desire speaks of kin and communities - torn apart at source infinite reasons embrace passionate feeling - melting pot of greed F Ferocious gluttony aches R Revelations are concealed? E Ephemeral curse excuses? E Ethos lies buried? D Doomsday falls in-scripted O Omissions are portrayed? M Myriad decay prevails Love a faraway memory’s disguise A triangle of sloth greed and envy Lust wrapped in wrath burst at its seams Brothers in deadly arms Compassion shredded in apathy Kindness seduced by illusion You laugh at my plight ‘just enjoy while it lasts’ The last laugh will not decapitate the jokester A tragic comedy of terror is merely the way it is And the saddened writer has not lost his appetite Hunger for words The poet refuses to bow to simmering silence Hunger for meaning Every morning he settles his insatiable mourning Hunger for soothing And if the world ceases to exist tomorrow I will still plant a tree and trustful disbelief I cannot break the bricks for the children But I will look at walls and tear at the mortar Will chisel away at my core and share my concern I am hungry so very hungry for Satan to budge If the ink was to dry on my restless powerless nib I reserve my hunger for what pangs and spasms entail And if writing resolves motion sickness I drink from the well We cannot eat words but I am hungry for more than delusion 22nd July 2019