In January

What is sometimes called

justice look like this

line of old women no jackets or hats

huddled against biting wind

waiting for two slices of stale read

smear of jelly a cup of thin milk 

orange juice all child sized servings.    tattered

tired though it is only six in the morning I am still

hungry please may I have some more 

What is sometimes called

justice look like this

line of old women no jackets or hats

huddled against biting wind

watching two slices of buttered toast 

bacon and egg hot coffee cream

neon orange fruit for officers only.    tattered

tired though it is only six in the morning in the shadow

memory for that fabled land of freedom

grand slam breakfast bar and I am still

hungry please may I have some