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When It's All Said and Done (17th September Song)

Greg Plotkin: ...The unfortunate reality is that we produce many, many times the amount of food to adequately feed the entire country, but have been unable to direct this excess to hungry stomachs. Expanding federal food assistance programs and developing regional food systems would go a long way towards correcting this mismatch... (read the complete article)



When we’re finished, withered neatly away, eyes, sunken as the cheeks of ready cadavers prone on the coroner’s table, mouths drawn tight and dried up like a sailor’s knot, as if our lips had nothing more to say, hands firmly at our sides like doors closed tightly in the rush to feel safe, the wish to remain innocent, as if a war torn wall had shifted and the support beams moved forcefully together.

Living we seem to stand the same way, yet with mouths open, hands clinched in fists, unwilling to give, to love, to offer our open arms for strangers to enter so we might nourish them. We grip our possessions like panic trying not to show our fear of others within ourselves, hiding from the truth of a complete terror, afraid of our own hunger, our own emptiness.

When we’re finished, withered neatly away, let it be said that our eyes remained alert and our hands were ready to offer it all to another.


© 2010 by mark prime


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