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Old Hunger

Is it the main course of the tale
  or the ingredients that count

Is it the entree served first
  or the dessert that surmounts

Is it the first that was last
  or the last then before

As the order indentured
  reverses once more

Was it the things that you said
  or the silence you kept

Was it the moments you starved
  or those times that you wept

Was it for honor and glory
  or a passion unseen

As your meal time resets
  -and old hunger now feeds

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)


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