Divide

What a great, gaping, gulping
voracious, hungry
maw
of a divide . . .

Never clearer
than now
in simple questions that
starkly reveal
fracture lines
separating
survival
from
those that thrive.

With a single poof of wind
that divide
could chew
and spit
and laugh aloud, when the stumbling discoverer teeters over the edge.

Oh! That divide already does devour!

It’s seen every day; so many given in ignorance or even in bliss
to feed a tiny minority living in such scarcity
that there never is enough for them
and certainly not for any other.

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