poetry does nothing
for the starving so
wouldn’t it be nice
if paper was edible
and words were herbs
stirred into stanzas
and with one bite
hunger would take a hit
and if the poem was good
they’d taste the longing
in the lyrics that stars
wish they could speak
that even man
has trouble speaking
that there’s something else
which never passes the lips
or enters the stomach
which feeds a human being
compels them to smile
stand up and walk
sometimes
with feet barely touching
the ground
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