Food Insecurity

Blank beseeching gaze turned to tell me what it was to live at life’s edge:
To eke out meagre food-aid with half-boiled desert weeds;
where hostility is absolute;
dignity as unknown
as her sisters since departed,
while hot, sucking, lethargy makes it hurt to cough.
And when tomorrow cannot be assumed.

Monrovia, Liberia 2005

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