Bloated ballooned belies
Mock pregnancies
Only hunger could achieve;
Once luscious breast
Sag in parallel union
With sinking faces of hope;
Lost hope—Whirling
Like solitary ghost smoke
From abandoned fires;
Dying in the waning of time;
Hallowed red eyes of fleeing souls
Look reward—Gazing empty wholeness
Of a simmering gestalt;
Ole death waits—Eagerly anticipating…
The wonted feast marinating—
Windblown sands wipe away ghost footprints.