why can't I tasted deservedness
bright yellow palms of fruit
gratification in their shiny wax
real sugar really grasped
in palms of my own
these fingers, false
in hunger's haste or else
giants' footsteps brooding
no meat however fat
nor idea in heaven's dew
technique torn between
man, dilemma in two
a becoming of bread
a coward's cracking
pulled for parts
for fruit of labor
for lacking