How would you omnivorous appetite
be satisfied,
in a forever empty world?
How would you be able to give,
when the only
thing you horde
inside yourself,
your sense of hope,
has been irretrievably lost?
How can you do
what you know you must,
when
your hands are tied,
and your heart,
and your mind
in a damned unloosenable
knot?
Summer 1996