Ending Ramadhan

The fasting month of Ramadhan ends this weekend.

My belly, empty as a bell
for four full weeks, is ringing close
to closing. Shrinking moon-shapes tell
the tale of days. A dimming dose
of moonlight limns the month's demise
as shadow claims the silver limb
and turns a mouth of round surprise
to glimmer on a goblet's rim.

We lay aside our fasting garb
and celebrate the feast of Eid
but elsewhere hunger's bloody barb
still rides and rowels those in need.
They toll in silence, tales unsung
like empty bells without a tongue.

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