The look in his eyes is litter made of thousands of hunger-ravaged bodies
The shiver down his spine is a thousand broken exhaust pipes to choke the air
The light touch of his fingers is the death of a child to take away the last hope
A gasp from his lips is ruined fields that will give no sustenance
A smile against his skin is the fall of an economy to hearken despair
The arch of his back is an oil spill to coat the water in toxins
A kiss between them is an end to call death upon the land