we are creatures of lack, you and I
we sparkle with it
our need is luminous
we come to fullness to be filled
but leave hungry
because we couldn't bear the smell of it
the filth we wash in, to cover our scars
turning our fingernails black with loathing
a table was laid, with fayre too rich
for my stomach bloated with fears
and delicacies too vivid
for a constitution grown accustomed
to the scraps of pigs
there was a seat for me, but to
sit required me to bend my knees
there was a fire but to warm my
hands assumes they will unclench
we are too full of nothing to find room
we are creatures of lack, you and I
we sparkle with it