Hunger

How do you quench

A thirst

That goes beyond ages

How do you a feed

The mouths of the undead

In drought I call for rain

And as it drenches the crops

It litters the soil with its love

Only to find myself

Still looking

For one thing I shall never have

For when the dawn

Eats the day, I feast

On stale bread, crumb by crumb

Like caviar for the poor

I wish for more

More.

The mouths are many

The plates are empty

When hunger drives man not his soul

How does one live by the meal they eat?