RIGHT TO THIS

RIGHT TO THIS

you withhold
you restrict

cut me down
to my exact calories

keep bliss
from
my lips

a life
without sustenance
freedom, and flavours
the fruits of our
old orchards

refusing us
     the solace
of cinnamon, odd binge
on
   potato crisps

the better
to deprive
       and deny

keep us
pinned in this strip
(that old
      biblical picture
from
down deep South
in Africa
     your textbook for this)

better
   to starve and compress and,
yes, bomb
to bits

whilst you
choke on your plenty

build a
    Kingdom of Heaven

purely
   for the chosen

immortal exclusivists.