Thin as Broth
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| World Hunger Relief |
Thin as Broth
Hunger is a quiet vandal,
rearranging the furniture of your insides,
unscrewing patience from its hinges.
It turns the world edible—
billboards, daylight, the smell of hope—
until your thoughts thin to broth
and your body becomes
a cathedral
ringing with an empty bell.
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Your poem is filled with visuals that haunt. I fear there are too many having their inside rearranged in the rumblings of the world's loss of food. sigh
ReplyDeleteHunger is a vandal, and you have such powerful images of its effects. You would think that people could help people more to not suffer from hunger.
ReplyDeleteChris, after watching a couple of seasons of people starving on, "Alone," I know I've never been anywhere near that hungry, and those people know they can pick up a phone and leave at any time. Trying to imagine how much worse it is for the ones in bombed out war zones, where agents of evil prevent food from being brought in for starving innocents.
ReplyDeleteWell written poem, Chris.
ReplyDeleteA haunting quadrille, Chris. I love the quiet vandal personification, but the thought of having my insides rearranged made me feel queasy. Hunger as an empty bell ringing in the body’s cathedral is powerful.
ReplyDeleteWow. Powerful.
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