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
Before Soul packs its bags and Body its hopes.
Turn Spirit Turn
© Tracy J H