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Maxine Kumin's poem seems to be talking about the same subject that another much-shorter poem talks about. Here is that other poem:The Least of TheseOn a lonely littered hillsideSweating in the Summer heat,Digging through the bits of garbageLaying rotting at his feet.Perhaps a few old bread crumbsOr a sip for a mouth gone dry,Just enough to keep him goingUntil he too lies down to die.And we sit at nightly banquetsFeasting till we cannot eat,Throwing what we have left overIn a can out on the street,Never saying a word of thank youTo Him who keeps us fed each day,Taking all we have for grantedBut never taking time to pray.When you push back from the tableLetting out a satisfied sigh,Do you see the world that’s dying?Can you hear the children cry?
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