Empty
By Andrew Jones
Food pantry struggles to restock.
I can’t word that any worse.
Let’s talk about politics;
police violence, racial inequality,
taxes, marriage rights,
we can debate for days,
but food pantries?
How can something so pure
come to rummaging the local
paper to fill itself,
like an empty stomach
trudging below the railroad bridge,
tattered sign dragging against
a harsh November wind,
each door they pass closed
in this small town,
each rifle loaded,
each belly gorging on the daily news,
new tax reform,
new police training,
same old empty food pantry.
