The Missionaries Toil In Africa Poem by Martin Lochner
The Missionaries Toil In Africa
scraping
in the
base of a
cauldron
collecting
the last bit
of soup scum
wondering
how he will feed
them
adding water
diluting the
nourishment
dropping two three
blocks of stock
hiding and thickening
famine despair
looking at the runway
staring into the sky
when shall it arrive?
manna from heavan
parachute maize
doing what we can
cheating a empty stomach
saying the Lords prayer
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