THE WOMB OF ABILITY

Find me the wealth 

That exceeds excess

And fulfils the heart 

Of a stomach unfed.

On the night of the sun

When light blackens 

The vision of sanity

And conceives crime;

Desperate and definite,

Through the womb of ability

With grains of desire

Yielding a meal, or liquor

Or perhaps some fee

Some debt, some fantasy.

For the price of engraved morals-

Compromised

In pursuit of survival,

And labelled

In the eyes

Of the lawfully blind.

-K.G.