To One Who Has Been Done Dirt

Cry or curse or call it unfair,
But be grateful till the grave
That in this hurt
You're the one who received,
And not the one who gave.


Unfed

We feed one another
In rations,
Serve affection
Measured to
The minimum daily
Requirement,
The very acceptable
Least--

While love
Bursts the walls
Of our larder,
Wondering,
Amazed,
Why we are afraid
To feast.