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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
Copyright ©
Kai Michael Neumann
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