Poem by Milton Carp

Hunger is the Norm

The child, a mere skeleton,
looks up with glazed over
eyes, and a blank stare.

I look back and wish to
help, too feed him,
​but it is too late.

His frail body
cannot absorb
nourishment. We are
looking
into the eyes of death.

He accepts it without
question. For, you see,
to him starvation and
death are the norm.

Milton says, “My poems are not entirely mine. They belong to the people and events of my passage through life. The sum of my life experiences, with more to come, I am sure. Once the dam is breached its contents flow unabridged. I also express myself through my art and craft work of dream catchers and mini sculptures. With the support of family and friends I continue to be creative and productive.”

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