Encumbered Abundance

Food in the halfway kingdom
is always equally close
as it is from far-a-way.

Meaning: some frail colt
will whinny a cold wind
toward the North, a salmon's march
and so bestowed we were with grain
we couldn't fit out the city's gate.

That's right I build granaries
with spare tires and light fuses
of bombs here & there. I cannot say
I know what I'm doing, but I can say
that I'm making a difference.