I am no longer found
in the faces.
Where am I?
I have given myself away…
a quarter of a teaspoon at a time.
No one is fed.
The famine feeds off me.
Full from feeding
yet no one is fed
Only those who
have not fed
their hunger
escape starvation
I am no longer found
in the faces
Where am I?
I have given myself away…
a quarter of a teaspoon at a time.
No one is fed.
The famine feeds off me.
Full from feeding
yet no one is fed.
Only those who
have not fed
their hunger
escape starvation.
I was only alone once,
and then with the promise of you.
Now grasses blow
and I have no strength
to bend with them.
A hidden brittleness
aches to break
but it doesn’t.
Is the whole world lonely as I?
No, hell no
They are so certain
quadruple somersaults
with a net
Cut the ropes
and a simple hand,
mine, reaches
for yours.
Poem by Ray Songs (1995)