the hunger thinks the rice
can chew both skin and bone
the hunger thinks it's nice
to eat although forlorn
the hunger thinks the corn
can swallow ears and eyes
deaf blind hunger born
self eaten within it dies
the hunger thinks the food
is just a body's unfair breath
the hunger knows the interlude
no food the body eats itself
the hunger thinks the body rotten
is just a place to survive and eat
the hunger of the lost and forgotten
makes its way to the last heart beat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is breathtaking, from the perspective of one who has never known real hunger..had I, though, I think this would be even more stunning (and even frightening) . This is marvelous in every way.