The intense yellow sun was high in the sky. The fields were hot and the earth burned the feet of the men running in front of him – they wore no shoes and no one knew why.
There were fifteen of
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My eyes are brown and
my belly is swollen.
My mother always told me
"Everything in moderation"
as she repented of her gluttony.
The newspaper broadcasts a single uplifting headline
to moderate the heat
of a world burning.
I hear the government,
checked, balanced, moderate,
feasting on forests,
swallowing oceans, regurgitating filth.
I see double
because my eyes are brown,
clouded, like Earth,
not the blue-eyed child i once was,
but brown. So I eat
the plate in front of me,
following the habits of my predecessors.
My swollen belly is moderate
compared to theirs.
my belly is swollen.
My mother always told me
"Everything in moderation"
as she repented of her gluttony.
The newspaper broadcasts a single uplifting headline
to moderate the heat
of a world burning.
I hear the government,
checked, balanced, moderate,
feasting on forests,
swallowing oceans, regurgitating filth.
I see double
because my eyes are brown,
clouded, like Earth,
not the blue-eyed child i once was,
but brown. So I eat
the plate in front of me,
following the habits of my predecessors.
My swollen belly is moderate
compared to theirs.