HUNGER

Jared Angira

The maize will grow

Once when

Long rains have come

And army worms

Have gone

Rations

Will sink

With hunger

And the coiled intestines

Will straighten

But

That day

Shall find may

In the invalid home

With collar’d fathers

At bedside mass

And others

In graves

With maggots

On palatable meal

And for the grave majesties

The maize cob

Shall be

For a rusty funeral feast.