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- Raiding the Stock
- by Desiree Wright
- Someday I will walk down this hall of Delmonte cans,
- down this hall of inert potential to sustain,
- followed.
- Followed by an army of hungry mouths;
- African mouths, Bosnian mouths, American mouths.
- We will be armed with can openers;
- punch type, bottle neck, hand held, electric.
- And we will attack every geometric silo of nourishment,
- puncturing, prying, cutting, spilling,
- slurping, belching, munching, dripping,
- until this distended planet bust its meridial seams
- at the filling of our stomachs.
- For now,
- a Rwandon foot presses the vacant veins of a sun-baked earth
- while I stand in this towering aisle of food,
- indecisive.