A trinity of silos,mountains of corn baking in the western sun
harvested, untouched by human hands,
from endless acres owned by giant corporations,
destined for feed lots,
or factories...
What could you possibly have to say to me today
about hunger or fullness;
about emptiness, or thirst;
about all the ways we assuage our longings
while failing to provide
the most essential nutrient of all?
What could you possibly have to do
with the blind fury of a child hyped up on sugar
with the vengeance of a soldier
who watched his only sister starve
while we,
rushing to the mall to catch the latest bargains,
slide through the drive-thru lane of fast food joints?
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