Friday, September 7, 2012

The Hungry

The light never dies out.
There is no slip into darkness.
Hunger is up and burning.

History and Geography are redrawn.
Old maps are newly coloured.
But the divisions remain the same.
The conquered and the elusive.

It opens up many mouths within us.
Tills the land, cooks a meal.
Breaks the test tube and sends a rocket.
In our inequation with the universe
we stand on the lesser side.
And we are hungry.

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