Absent Food Poem by Naveed Akram

The absence of our food demands respect,
Food on the plate differs, acting like deeds
Of cows and children of cows often enough.
These bereaved people are found steaming
In their innocence, tasty like the bread
Of the knights of difference.

A death has been ingested from above,
Our mouths swing like the fantasies inside,
Relishing the odours so concrete,
I am the athletic one about food,
My name crazes the food and ingredients.

A little trickle concerns us all,
Drink these balls of fluid in time,
Let drinking be the friend of eating,
And time will offer its prize.