If I Were Starving
If I were starving to death would I know peace?
by Brian McBrand
I look at my distended stomach, my protruding bones, and grit my teeth.
I wipe sweat and flies from my sunburned face.
I wonder If I should kill someone for a grain to taste.
Yes, I'm looking at peace as I sleep out in the cold.
Wondering about peace while a half dead child I hold.
Wondering now that words no longer makes sense
Wondering when death shall it me take.
Wondering if peace ever left me - for heaven's sake.