September 2–8 ❘ Famine
Famine
In the year we commenced
to kill one another,
Nephi sealed up the sky,
not as punishment,
but as drastic mercy
to shock us sane,
interval to fast and empty
souls of appetite, to jettison
excess and gain fullness,
to see others no more as prey
or flocks or herds or gold or silver
or fine-twined linen,
but as precious family
to whom we give
our last meager morsels.
The heavens grieved for us
as we dwindled and dwindled
beneath her clear, blistering,
sorrowful eye.
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