Starvation Campaign

a poem

Starvation Campaign

Pot-bellied children,

stick thin,

teeth protruding

like yellowed piano keys

They lounge in the gutter

unable to move.

Their pixelated forms,

captured in infrared.

We pull apart their jaws

and climb in

—boots first.

We flay their world open

and drink its sweet milk.

It drips of sin

and suffering.