Famine Poem by Steve Hancock

Come Mortals
Mind venture with me
To the land
Of the living mortuary

Where death
Is a blessing in disguise
To the children
Of a thousand pleading eyes

Emaciation
Like hungers festoon
Sallow skin
Over skeleton strewn

Disease
A constant torment
Desperate fly’s
Drinking tears of descent

Arid river
Of desiccated bone
Propagation
Desolation ungrown

Come mortals
Mind venture with me
To a land
In the 21st century