365 Days of Poetry: Day Fifty-Six

it’s what’s for dinner.
not profitable enough.
to stay on the table.

each player takes a slice.
that could soften their bottom line.
Stone Cold is not here to share the beer,
and cut the bullshit.

the guests are gluttons.
juices running down their faces.
as they smile at the swollen bellies.
of starving children.

their time could come.
karma could prevail.
the earth could feed her children.

but peace-
it’s what’s for dinner.

About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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