We Do Not Cry For Meat
Yesterday we ate rice and palm oil.
Today we are eating rice and palm oil.
Tomorrow we will eat rice and palm oil.
We eye our bloated bellies
in the shadow of the kitchen fire,
and though not old enough
pretend we are with child,
pretend our fallen teeth will grow,
pretend our limbs are fat
can bear our large tummies
but we wobble when we walk
and do not cry for meat
for the dry land has snatched
our cattle and left us only bones.
© 29.03.10 Althea Mark-Romeo
From dirtcakes (www.dirtcakes.org)
You know, Althea, although I can only imagine the amount of labor it cost to transfer the site, I actually like this one a little better. It makes for easier browsing, I think. Now please excuse me while I move on, as I have some more exploring to do on AromaProductions :-)
ReplyDelete...oops forgot the word 'but', as in: 'but I actually like this one better'
ReplyDeleteAlthea, I am appreciative of your work. We have seen the world through the same lens. very few appreciate what we do. The few represent 100% for one is all we need to appreciate us.
ReplyDeleteLarry Sowah
"Without any sentimentality but with deep emphaty this short poem describes in an appropriate text form what starvation means; especially for children and young people. I like this focus and the metaphors. The shadow of the kitchen fire and what it provoked, touched me."
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to meeting you soon
sincerly
Maja