I broke down

In a place

Called Famine

Wishes

On my back

Good intentions

Safely packed

Sacred shrines

Built with

Dry split bones

Line streets

Paved with

Bricks of mold

A hungry place

With liquid teeth

And too many

Stranger things

Upside down

Reciting prayers

Of starving dread

Too many

Inky squids

Writing love letters

To the dead

Not my rodeo

Not my town

Broken down

In a place

Called Famine

No thank you

Call me Jonah

I’d rather die

Inside the belly

Of a whale

Named Nelly