Hunger

You’re the wraith in the plain

where the wind plays a lonely note.

You have said the words, bathed

in milk midstream, made

plain your hunger to the forest

of your forefathers. But   

                                                               

the seal remains unbroken.

The seer has foreseen it;

your life line is long and strong

but the cosmos holds captive your star –

your empty note wails across the barren.