"Hunger" by S. McCallen

We're seated at the hard wood table
eating escargot, paté de foie gras
served by a tummy-tucked, neo-blonde.

Six courses follow, flute decorated
and still no dessert.

I tell those who will listen,
the water is rising,
it's midway up our chairs.

But the guests are discussing
Janet Jackson's breast and Jesus.

I notice a cadaver
floating around us.
Somebody do something,
I'm too squeamish to touch it.

Will you all stop eating?
This person needs a burial.
Strawberry sorbet is served.

BIO: Nita Donovan is a former Los Angeles City school teacher and long time poet. She was a volunteer teacher at the old Venice Library and taught the "Laubach Method" to those who did not speak English. Her poems have been published in The Westside Writers, Poetry in the Sand, Aquarius West, The Rag, Haywire and The Pacific Palisades Post newspaper. She is also a mother of two wonderful daughters and grandmother of three glorious grandchildren who call her Mema. Email: datin@earthlink.net