SUSTENANCE! (a poem for starved children by Chikatito Jones)


I saw it quite clearly,
Though it was no more than a glimpse.

It was the rich yellow –
The yellow of sun-ripened mangoes,
The ‘opioro’ mangoes of my youth –
Its surface marred by dark spots,
Like the painting of a three year old.

The veins crawled like serpentine threads,
And its end was suspended
Tightly in the kid’s mouth –
He was drawing life.

His mother’s gaze.
The eyes of one who had seen it all.

Yet, my eyes remember,
That brief glimpse,
Under the midday sun!

contact the poet: Chikatito Jones

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