Sankar Roy

Gluttony reddens his cheeks
A buttery river flows down his chin

His mouth goes for a chunk of meat: A nation vanishes from the map
Survivors hide behind the boy’s pink gum     His fork

An earth-mover     moves a pasta hill from side to side
Bloody sauce drips down the hilly slope

The boy drinks from a tall mug: a sea dries up somewhere     the glaciers melt
As the Boy’s mother insists: Don’t forget the veggies