Coral Hull: Poetry: Point-Blank-Poor: 28. The Buddhists Who Wouldn't Feed Me

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CORAL HULL: POINT-BLANK-POOR
28. The Buddhists Who Wouldn't Feed Me

The Buddhist Institute in Melbourne wouldn't feed me.
It was $10 a plate of food that smelt so good.
Unfortunately I couldn't afford it. I almost wept but couldn't.
That night after the big spiritual get together,
It took a member all of her compassion to give me a lift home.
Because it was late at night, in the dead of winter, cloudless.
I was so hungry I almost froze to death.
It felt like my insides were burning, full of frost.
My cheeks were like ice along the railway yard rooves.

    

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