A Hunger Assuaged

Come to me vagrant, O Death:
starved of bone, starved of lung,
dime-eyed and savage.
Do not come to me gorged and gorgeous,
for it is only when you have known
true hunger, withered to a stalk,
submitted to beggary and stale breads,
you may come to my door, my table.
It will be then, O Death, that pity
becomes you – it will be there
in my clouding eyes you bear witness
to what makes grief a giving – it will be
there in my dry cracked palms held
empty before you, not a partaking of life,
but a share of a hunger assuaged and willing.

Image: Chris Buckwald on Unsplash

7 thoughts on “A Hunger Assuaged

  1. This feels like “Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”

    I realise your thought process may be different here but that was my immediate feeling..somewhat Christ like, how Christ would have gravitated to the lowest of the low.. now that is a cause and religion I could really sign up to.

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    1. Thanks, David. My thought process was different, but reading it with your comment in mind gives this another turn. I like that, and yes, I as well would sign up for it. To be honest, I don’t want to be taken by a glutton, I’d rather death starve for a time before coming for me. If it came to me gaunt, the rules of hospitality dictate that I provide food, drink, warmth and whatever comforts I can provide.

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