the old bitch is hungry again

tender like chinese pea shoots
her bosom as indifferent to its newest suitors
as they are to her

the progeny ignore her hungered whimpers
as they stave off their own
draining their mother

if they only knew how they furnished their own odd exile
perhaps the full irony would strike them
and conscience curse their mindless feast

but, there is no time to wait for that
the old bitch is hungry again

amazing grace

you pointed me out
and prompted me through
to you

someone was humming
amazing grace
and then another tune
i couldn't place

but all i need to know is what we're doing here
sailors selling scrapbooks
by the fire

all i need to know is what we're doing here
and some way that you look
i know it's dire