Hungry

Every week I recite these words

with a childish chanting repetition.

They are etched everywhere.

Knees never meant for balance,

seat backs, the worn carpet,

even plastered walls, if pressed,

could produce an imitation.

Newborn cries provide eager punctuation.

We hear and laugh;

the old are made young

as we renew our cry around the table.

Dei Gratia, I hunger, let me eat.

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