The Daisied Fields

They say that hunger can be
sated
With golden stuff
With meat that holds the salt
blood of their tears
Still...

Which seeps to plates in memory
Of their rich and nourished trust
As they once gazed from daisied
fields, in sunlight
Back at us

And all this once was truth and
law 
As I did dip my hungry bread
In feast, that child, whose only
thought
Was appetite and morning dread

They say that appetite
Is easy filled
By something less than us
now killed
Yet fed and scooted off to bed
Still...'empty'...worried in my head

To gaze the fields in quiet light
Devoid of life or noise or sight
I asked of moon what wasn't
right
I asked of all the eerie night

And back then, that small child
and I
Learned something of the
cosmic lie, that...
Appetites could not be filled 
With bleeding lambs and golden
pie while,
Empty stood the fields around
Devoid of life and lambs and
sound
Twas then I earned my troubled
sleep...knew
All things gained
Would cost me deep

M 23/9/23