dinnerbell rings into the
vacuum of hunger-stricken stomachs
and the growl of famine bellies
roar over the moans of pain and
the wails for just a bite of anything.
canned coca-cola ads and mcdonalds lovin’ it
and exxon cares marketing strategy
comes through the pipes to not fill empty
glasses while capital one what’s in
your wallet is slathered on recycled cardboard bread
with hellman’s mayonaise packets distributed
by a rep with love-handles.
the ragged bones masses with hands
like pitchforks stab at the ground
where Johnny Mayo Packet sows his
seeds in emerging markets, then
tear open the foil packet
and squirt the white goop down their
parched and barren throats.
hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger lives
in the fences they live within.
no one has seen an apple or banana
for years. the bread rises like slime
using the flour they’ve been given.
sunlight hides behind green-grey
clouds that choke all the ground
and all the water.