Mr Gluttony

In the eye of the storm,

In the belly of the beast,

You sat at my table, 

You had food to eat,

I stood there politely,

I watched with blue eyes,

You spat it back at me,

Oh what a surprise,

Now back in the kitchen, 

I made something else,

Laid it before you,

Can’t eat it myself,

You open up wide,

Full of hunger and greed,

You swallow it down,

Then slipped to your knees,

I watched you convulsing,

I saw through your eyes,

Kissed your damp forehead,

And to my surprise,

My eyes began pouring,

All rivers and floods,

Gone from my table,

Your bones to the mud.