“Cut me a piece of any size, large or small!”
a plead that beats lower my knees.
Like insects rushing poignantly,
with the pitter patter of hungry feet
I’ll snatch a crumb, a mildewed one,
to cuddle you close to the plug.
For to gag our hearts is much unto our hunger;
a taste bitter in the tart rumbles louder asunder.
What we feel will run under and over
our shoulders, a cascade of thunder,
that can crack this old boulder.
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