All would eat. Regularly.
If possible. Quench thirst
now and then. The need is comfort
within the movement of bloods fulfilling time.
Beggars ask that food and drink be ready
for children looking to marry,
that there be singing. At least
the presumption of song.

Tears for the cleft rock are plentiful.

Kindness and home fires
are little enough to beg for.
The innermost is sad,
but there are flowers, pyracantha,
lilies, iris, bougainvillea, roses,
as well as clouds, mountains,
seas, and Bengal tigers… eagles, doves.
Enough for the unchurched.

And eyes to pole ciphers.