Hysteria
resonates across the land
as famine, death engulfs men
in hundreds, thousands.
The bourgeoisie apprehends the faint outcry,
echoing within the hems of encrusted gold,
and ichor of the impoverished.
As tears begin to drop
among the hundreds, thousands,
one with silver spoon whimpers,
pondering where the gelato,
explicitly Rocky Road,
is.