the new poor

the bed is hard.
the night is long
and cold.
the fire is weak
and bends
in the wind
that flys through
the barren trees.
there is only broth,
bark, tough
salted meat, and
just a few rounds
of bullets
to keep the wolves
at bay.
the mattress
we lie on is
torn and soaked,
the blanket thin,
but at least
we have cable,
where's the remote.