Bread
by JRP
Today
the bread line
curves around the infirmary.
exposed,
you and i
huddle close for warmth
we won’t find
in a crust of bread.
Today
in the solarium,
the warden eats meat
brought home by the hunters…
and the line grows.
Today
anguish etched in glass,
you and i
watch through the window.
If you ever want to do a poetry duet with me email me. hastymrs@cox.net
Sounds good. I’ll buzz you when things settle a bit.
Lovely. ~J
Thanks!
You are welcome friend!