The Hunger Triology 3. Nothing Else

Nothing Else

I have XYZ and nothing else

A clean white plate and nothing else

The raging appetite so wonderous

The redundant cutlery so omnious

I dreamt of frothing okra embedded with dried fish

But I swallow spit as the sun rises

Healthy appetite and infirm pockets

Weighs out my hope

So many certificates

But nothing else

Cutlery arrayed for battle

But nothing else

Pots and pans for show

It’s a museum in a far away land

I am spiritual

I fast and pray but break the fasting

With salty tears.

I have water to water my hands

But nothing else

I have an empty stomach

But nothing else

I am blessed with teeth

But nothing else to show

I could crunch bone to powder

Then wash down with Gulder

A sense of smell so heightened

I smell hot dodo frying in distant streets

Great Talent for eating

But nothing else to show