Cinnamon feet

Cinnamon feet

Trample on from fields of wheat filled plains

Walk beneath cities towering forestry

Enveloped by ochre gusts of biting pain

Sullen amber eyes seek midnight's moon

While hunger whispers with aspiring lust.

Insidious, it was there in fields abloom

Where only Hummingbirds can feed

On nectar drawn by blossoming perfume.

Hungers there in shelters overcrowded room

Destitute, It lies alone in excrement and gloom

Oh Indigo sky of such celestial dreams

I lay me down beneath umbrella trees of glistening green

Barely sheltered by a paper shroud

Alone in cardboard box to lie unseen

And wither there with hunger like a flower dried

Once salient figure full of life, now testify

That life is cruel.

We simply live –

No quality of life to satisfy,

Until by reapers grace we die.

© 2001 Corrine g Schlessel