The Thirst Which Drowns
Donald P. Goodman III
How can we ever hope to fill our desperate breasts,
our starving hunger which envelopes all our lives;
our panting, parching, hopeless thirst that never rests
and overwhelms the man whose courage 'gainst it strives?
This hunger filled with food that crams us to the brim
and thirst which drowns us, lack that overflows its bounds
and bursts us all asunder; dearth that peaks the rim
and shatters its container and the same surrounds.
So purge this filling hunger! Drive away the thirst
that fills but cannot sate, and ever more abounds;
unless we starve our hunger, we are ever cursed;
we can't be filled unless we're purged of hunger first.