Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Bread Basket

Gold capped mountains
Set with the sun
As day is devoured
By night’s darkness

The same sun
Casts shadows of dawn
On the endless
Desert horizon

Noontime’s blaze
Triggers hunger’s pangs
In houses of
Wood and cloth and stone

Only under this sun
Or encapsulated
In this blackness
Few will feed
On enough.

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