Hunger

The house stands abandoned,
Amidst the tall grass burnt copper by the Sun,
The tin roof deflects light,
On to the weary travellers path,
The tap runs dry,
The road, long and dusty,
For miles no cattle grazing the land,
No trees offering the comfort of strong arms,
Fear of the unknown fills the air damp,
Ravenous eyes roam the wilderness,
The stomach growls loud,
Raw meat burns the intestine,
Hunger remains unsated,
The wanderer has come far...