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