~do you have any idea~
~how treasured & delicious~
~our garbage is to children of poverty~
~how much better it tastes than government commodities~
~or nothing at all~
~have you seen hunger’s children gobble & rush to eat~
~when mother notices worms crawling the food~
~that they might consume it~
~before she takes it away~
~damn me damn~
~wish I didn’t understand~


~on a cold steep night
~Harley rumbling ‘tween my knees~
~I watch the beggar man dig~
~his gleeful dance at morsels found~
~a gobbling pirouette~

~these eyes closed tight~
~the beast warren of hunger~
~prowling bones of the poor~
~momma got no fat kids~
~proud and fearful~
~she folds her hands & prays~
~the lord come help~

~momma works at the club~
~restaurant bar~
~a ten-penny waitress~
~pinch and tip~
~empties plates into her hideout bag~
~treasures smuggled to her litter~

~ah mister beggar man~
~I know~
~we are brothers of the blood~
~underneath coffee grounds~
~slick cigarette ashes~
~lies the prize precious ort~

~we are proud in our poverty~
~angry in our shame~

~forever lost~
~found wanting~
~I kiss the wind between us~
~ride fast into the night~

Inquiries: tracy@traceliteraryagency.com & wordwulf@wordwulf.com
© artwork & words conceived by & property of Tom (WordWulf) Sterner ©


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