The sun rises from the east
My shadow leads its way
Long, short and long
Sometimes I am a dot
Another time a skeleton.
My shadow lengthens,
Fleshless like a skeleton
Hollows on my shoulders
Carry hunger and rim it with clavicles
On both sides of my shoulders
My ribs bulge like showing up
For a count.
I am hunger and hunger is me
I am my shadow and my shadow is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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