Sunday, April 17, 2011

B is for A Food Piece

The spirit is stifled by food.
Every morsel in the substitution process attests to His muffling
Sadly He walks away from soul
More tired than the body He inhabited.

A series of sighs
Call out to Him
As the new deity eats away

Turn Spirit Turn.
Turn to the rescue of Body.
Let the tears that became dip for chips
Be dried and food become fuel instead of
A Substitute teacher
Flighty master
Before Soul packs its bags and Body its hopes.
Turn Spirit Turn

Bloated Heart
© Tracy J H

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