HUNGER

An inner emptiness is apparent 

on the face of a waif vending 

NEWS on the pavement. 

The stack at his feet 

is in a language 

which will remain

alien to his comprehension. 

Still to earn to live 

he has to sell this 

mute writing on newsprint. 

His desolation is deadlier 

than an organic breakdown. 

The message 

waxes eloquent in his eyes.

His hunger is for 

Speech and not for food.