Break
Sharing bread

Wandering alone,
an old man finds a hungry child in the city.
Her stomach hurts and growls.
They break the bread, share a meal.
Lamplight wanes.

“Do you know the goblet of the king?”
Blood red wine, tastes of thyme.
Observe the streets,
children cry, and search for rye.

Dancing with the moonshade,
enter the home.
Stealing bread to indulge the hungry.
Take five loaves, two fish.
His stomach in pain.

“Were you there when they broke the bread?”
Guests hear tales of old, burning gold.
Kings sing songs round the table.
The hungry kids sits alone, ignorant, never known.

Falling down,
here lies the man who let them have bread.
He was starved, but fed thehungry.
His people break the bread:
bland, stale, plain.

“Do you know how to grow the wheat?”
Avoid their wrath,share a laugh.
Songs of companions.
Life is bread, streets are read, tyrant dead.