Sleep, a Poem by Des Mannay
I should go to bed before it gets light, but there are things which bother me at night One of them is hunger - we are short of food, nothing in the cupboard to feed a growing brood Another is affection, like "Love's Labour's Lost", every spurned tenderness - rejection has a cost Then there is my skin, how it bloody thickens with each blow and insult - deep inside it sickens There's a different hunger - we need to re-arrange the world that we subsist in; I'm hungry for the cha