Luxurious Poem by Raymond Farrell

Luxurious



Down the back lanes
Of the ghettos
Of Santo Domingo, Pune, Delhi and Nairobi
Where I have ambled
Luxurious could mean
Three meals a day
Every single day
But in the dwellings
That are most opulent
I have observed that
Luxury is pedestrian
Fuelled by the greed
Whose mouth
Is an orifice
That leads to an abyss
Whose hunger
Can never be satisfied.

Saturday, February 6, 2016
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Raymond Farrell

Raymond Farrell

Perth, Ontario
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