Hunger

Beyond the tiresome alphabet
of boardroom labels
Beyond the euphemised hunger
of art galleries
Beyond sham renditions
of experience
beyond the claptrap
of platforms
hard-pressed angels
till the soil
dig trenches
carry loads
sweep floors
pull and push things
from sun-up to sun-down
right through the night
feeding babies not profit
allaying pangs
easing hunger brewed
in boiler-rooms of intrigue
to feed cravings
of arms and alms dealers
hungry for jets
and jabs of glory
leaving shrunken bellies
in their wake
Let’s keep it plain
one more goblet
One more morsel
is as adequate
as a feast