Hey, Mister

Can you spare some hunger?

Plate’s lost an urge for the fill

Guy’s limbs forget the walk

Throat’s heart forgets the beat

Stomach becomes the basement

to an empty house of stone

built on a fault, forgotten

Can you spare some hunger?

For these lungs be broken

These toes tip

Nose drips

Hey, Mister

Smash a plate over my head