like an old man in a filthy fur coat
shambling through emptiness
lead-heavy legs, skin sagging empty folds
collapse. Rest a while, then
one more effort—a trash can
maybe there’s a bit of food—
too decayed to swallow. Spittle
runs down his jaws
stumbling full of emptiness
black eyes stare
empty
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Monday, December 11, 2017
Starvation Looks
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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