his
stomach
his
toothed pit
growls
for it
until
it collapses
a
blacker than black hole balloon
not
enough calories
for
sound
what
do you do for that boy?
a
boy who drools
anticipating
not
the fruits of his garden
not
the stuff tended
and
fertilized on light
and
sweat
he
salivates
for
the saltless sun only
what
do you do with him?
he
cares not
for
raking fingers
in
the sprinkled sod
furrows
deep
deep
furrows
in
moist reddened browns
he
ignores
his
seed gifts
neglected
nutrition
no
interest in
filling
bellies with
toil
only
passion for
feeding
eyes
the
light that tickles retinas
and
whether or not
those
bouncing waves
have
the touch
no
one cares
he's
lost
in
a fever of hunger
made
zombie by
a
spiritual tapeworm
worm
what
do you do to him?
you
kick him
in
the gut
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