Hunger moved in
with its truck loads of sleepless hours.
It went to bed with many children.
They said economy was real depressed.
Bureaucrats blamed telephone poles
for staring at the moon,
blamed the moon
for being tardy,
blamed the wind
for being stubborn.
From tall buildings you could see people
lying prone in parking lots
and you imagined their deaths as
pale stars falling on the black
asphalt of poor neighborhoods
and you saw their bodies as
footnotes, as asterisk markers shining
at the bottom of a story
no one wanted to read.
© 2007 adk/andredekorvin