Taking meals
   with Bonia
dried tongues
born of Bucha
 lapping at
 gaunt fingers
  ossified textures
dangling empty scraps
wrapped in
 cloth cut from
skeletons draping
  over starvation
twice visited
 in tongues half 
centuries forked
a barn burns,
  a dog barks
Politics imposed, with finality
linocut slips
  into Ether
as folks grow 
  into myth