The Hunger

the same plate
that takes the food
is the same plate
that fetches water
from the gutter.
and no one notices.
by the broken boulders by the road
where mouths could not tell
thirst for food from thirst for water
and the tongue knows not
the taste of good
from the taste of bad
except the taste of need
is pangs indeed-
the hunger kind

leonell echa