Sunday, April 24, 2011

Hungry night

You begin to hate food
If you have gone to bed hungry,
With the home coffer,
Rice vessel empty,
With no vegetable
Not even a plantain left
In the house;
To quell the gastric juices
Slowly rioting
You pour water
Hoping to kill the secretion;
With the neighbourhood
Credit exhausted
The breadwinner has gone
To tap distant sources;
You lie down on the floor
Silently crying in the dark
Face averted from mother's
Who had never let us starve
You wonder how long it takes
To die of hunger.

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