Hunger Pangs

Hunger is violence
It is also love
We don’t eat enough of each other
Starving children
In the midst of a fantastic feast
Ignorant to the use of the utensils provided
Left by others before us
(Who are nothing like us)
Too shy and polite to devour with our hands
I want to fill my belly with the meat
Lick the fine bone china clean
Let the juices melt from my chin
Eyeing the bounty of bread
Unable to smell its warmth, its depth
You are eluded by the sweetness of its center
We ignore the fruits and vegetables
As they would be impossible to digest
So many precious metals
Servings too rich for our blood
(Our diet is poor)
All we know is to hold hands and say grace
In the dark secret of our tongue
Conceived by us in the shadows
Tender flesh inlaid with red and white
Like the wine the pressure makes
Dripping between us salty hot
The only visible keys to decipher our language
Which tell of terror
And of comfort