Morality (Blackout Poem)

A pity that you

have more looks

than heart.

You sit here fat

cannot bring yourself to rummage.

Anger, heartbeat, glowering under his brows, man’s right shoulder

like solid rock.

Thoughts of bloody work.

One thing I have to say, There is no pain

no burden for the heart


on by hunger.

How many bitter seas men cross for hunger!


and be quiet where you are

or shamble elsewhere.