
Ricocheting from home to home,
banging down doors yelling FEED
ME FEED ME, never staying long
enough to be fed, going steadily
insane with hunger instead, always
returning hopefully to empty kitchens,
hands and mouth open, swallowing
painful clumps of bitter air, still
surprised at the absence there.
banging down doors yelling FEED
ME FEED ME, never staying long
enough to be fed, going steadily
insane with hunger instead, always
returning hopefully to empty kitchens,
hands and mouth open, swallowing
painful clumps of bitter air, still
surprised at the absence there.
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