My children will go as soon as they grow
for there ain’t nothing here now to hold them.

The sound of children learning to starve
The sound of children learning to starve

The sound of hunger will wear me out before my time.
The hollow sound of empty bones haunts my sleep.

A heart’s rhythm thrums in my temple.
A vein pulses beyond the reach of my fingers.

The world is a strange place to inhabit,
memory is the DNA of time, a curve, a fold in space

Ahh but mystery is for the fainthearted.
I want to know what my words mean.

I want to look into the eyes of that starving child.
I want to hear her questions, her anguish.

I want to break the fast we have imposed on them
or join in their hunger and share this beggars’ banquet.

It’s a hard rain gonna fall.