kibroth hattaavah
February 8, 2009
we take up our post as gravedigger
as we watch for the wind to bring more
we stare at the sky
expecting to die
even as our food blankets the floor
we have all we need
but we beg and we plead
to be sold into slavery again
our hands full of bread
we would rather be dead
so we dig
and we dig
and we dig
our graves of craving
