A Different Hunger

in austere times even the children learn to save to hoard precious novelties for some other rainy day in a world that only rains; we have forgotten to play, remembered some carnal desire to yearn instead. austerity pick-pocketed all our hopes, so in turn we learnt to down-size our dreams, to envision only in black and white realities. no artists live here only accountants and administrative clerks and tax auditors - we surrendered to our futures, hoping to amend our pasts left our presents untouched.