by killing life.
We wipe our chins
with the oxymoron
and pick flesh from
Greedy, bloated, and grumbling…
we pass our days in the land of the bountiful
dreaming of our next meal while brandishing
a television remote as a sword to slice images
of the hungry from our conscience.
Judgment waits with its empty plate
to see if we will repent and share our harvest…
Greasy fingers hold firmly to silver forks.
©Susie Clevenger 2013