To put the matter
delicately,
this world we inhabit
is an out of work actor
that can itself
no longer afford
the price of the bliss
in which it has been living.
We are guilt-
stricken tenants
who insist
we've tried everything—
talking in circles
darting our eyes—
still this terrible
hunger persists.
When the churches
were still open,
they used to tell us
we're being tested;
now it's as if
we're being bitten
and tasted—eaten alive
from the inside.
