50 x 35cm
When they pass by where I am trying, oh so desperately,
to sell boxes of matches, I wonder about those who are
rich. Being wealthy allows them to live their lives
as if in a world different from the one in which I exist.
I am so hungry & so terribly cold. Perhaps if I
take the matches I am supposed to sell & set them
all alight at the same time, making a massive fire,
then just for once I will warm body & soul in its glow,
perhaps in a way for ever & ever, even if, immediately
the fire dies, I perish of hunger & cold.