The prime rib morsels sliced for a thick sandwich
(To be paired with a slice of Swiss cheese and pickles)
Plummet to the floor where they are trodden
Under a flip-flopped foot; a few pieces
Resting along the kitchen baseboard moulding
Where a generous amount of insecticide
Had been sprayed just a few months earlier.
The possibility of contamination
Too real to be ignored, the food no longer
Fit for human consumption, now food for
The dogs, fodder, or better yet, refuse
For the receptacle, finds its way into the
Hands of a homeless man who has prayed for
Something to satisfy his rapacious hunger.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Good write Gary.
Thank you Orchidee!
Strong words Gary but so true in a world where nobody needs to go hungry.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your read and contemplation ...
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