Hungry Rage Poem by ABD ELHAMID REMILI

Misty Hunger


through the thick rain-laden mist of the morn
before the night from waking day is torn
in stillness wrapped within a haze of thrill
the roaring smoke of the mill gave the chill

i stood before the giant foaming steam
as if wrath inside were a way for him
to breathe a smoke with much raging force
while the place was fading away from my face

shapes like humans stole dimly through the mist
thrust their ghosts in the bakery like beasts
i passed close by where the crowd would teem
to see such fury growing, above the steam

and while the alien scene was laid to deem
a poet's pen was held to stress the theme