"Through the Body’s Hunger are we Born
and by contriving Hunger are we fed
Because of Hunger is our work well done
as well as songs well sung and words well said
Desire and Longing are the whips of God
God save us all from Death when we are fed."
This simple prayer came to mind last night when I was hacking into a can of pears with scissors because I cannot afford a can opener right now. Also downstairs neighbor has reduced her repertoire of creepy dirges to one stand-alone hit, which could easily be titled "Hush Dead Baby Don’t You Cry".
