i have never seen morning under force

i started doing CAConrad's somatic exercises. this is the poem i wrote for the first exercise.
(Soma)tic Poetry Exercises: written at Jason Zuzga's request for FENCE Mag


to have nothing
alone
on the outside
of your eyes
naked hunched over
i haven't had anything
for years to eat
drink sleep or be
raking in the sand
burying my hands
the worked-to-the-
bone poor
of other countries
i am here hungry
the ache that hollows
out my insides
the sun beating down
living in one room
watching children die
the bones
of your wrist
something inside me
rises out
my spirit
vomiting forth
i have never been poor
i have never seen
morning under force
i have seen your eyes meet mine
and inside those eyes
the wealth of nations
i am poor possessing nothing
having nothing made
by my hands
from my bowels
bringing to bear
no new life
all of my (         )
are still borne