A gift from the people.....
A piece of hessian sacking ripped and torn
lay damp and rotting,
some partial text remained visible
“A gift from the people…..
the sentence was unfinished,
charred by fire.
Whoever had sent it
would have no concept of this place now,
would have long forgotten the gift,
the urgency with which it was loaded as cargo,
the hope they wished it to deliver
and the secret kiss they blessed it with.
Through days of decay
in this absent place,
it rots among the bones
of its dead recipients
whose bellies its contents filled,
whose bellies its contents spilled.
It merely prolonged their pain
succour to the doomed,
guilt alleviating charity
our token to the already dead.
The rats here can't read.
Though, their swollen bellies are filled with gratitude for our giving.