Poem

As a man may go to Costco, Buy the jumbo pak of diapers, double liters of Coke and Diet Coke and a sixpack and stock up on Doritos and Cheetos and Eveready batteries, so I perhaps Formless in the vast republic Grasp the metaphysical thing, commodity, crucially desired Hologram of national intent. Caught In the managed aisle the Jargon of experts washes o'er the perfectly stacked Special K, Cheerios, Wheaties, Apple Jacks, and Count Chocula Low on the shelves that toddlers might harry their Mothers for sweet breakfast treats. In Niger the children and livestock go hungry Once more but a fortified peanut butter paste Plumpy'nut promises to revive those babies Quickly who are not yet too far gone. Research has given us hope that all Shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well Till the moment it's not. It's not. Unto the lord Julian of Norwich poured forth her Voice. Into the desert the Tuareg Wander, their herds and children starved. Between ocean Expanses a people of plenty' chatter brawl and sometimes Yawn. Days so short it seems the earth is Zooming unto its longsought anonymous abyss.