Lunch Break by Lisa Linscott

Lunch Break

by Lisa Linscott

Hop in my car,

drive down to the corner store,

get a drink and my favorite magazine.

A sign

pleading for aid for the starving children

passes by

unnoticed

At the end of the day,

the can is empty

and useless;

the magazine, perused,

lies in the trash.

and

the starving children

die