are you eating though?
diet is all that we consume, spit, chew
– habitual nourishment
are you swallowing everything they give you?
if they sliced your insides,
would they find poisoned persons,
leaded pipes, oil-tumored fish?
an environment in a void?
sowed by averted eyes
when humans, whole in asking their fill,
ask whatever we can spare in shared streets
between the extremes of need and greed
so, if you could have a that you wanted and nothing more, what would you give?
those unseen and not heard
may be over the herd mentality
starved, bodies rejecting the constant processed cud
when the institutions’ false sense of security
fenced us in
to fight for scraps, fumbling on crumbs
– you know, people drown on land all the time
pulling out dregs, trying to break the surface
with one hand extended, one behind the back, flat
what do you hunger for now, given that?