I work for food

   

 

“I work for food.”

 

says the wasted poster

in the foul hands of a lean soul

and a leaner belly.  

 

The job seeker swims in the waves of steel  

                         but

the potential employers provide petty change only

there are not jobs to spare.

 

Finally a truck driver asks the job seeker for help

unloading raw chickens for markets to sell.

 

The theoretical worker says:

“I have a back problem

I can’t carry poultry today

maybe tomorrow.”

 

With the sunset, the job hunter quits for the day

          with a bag of change

he goes away while the drivers go home

           to dine chicken

in thousands of different ways.