With hunger comes a somber head, <br />Thus weakened by the lack of bread; <br />The filament of will is thinned, <br />The crop is filled with empty wind; <br /> <br />And time is creeping like a stone, <br />An urgent face in pace forlorn; <br />And while some goods are left to rot, <br />My stomach churns downside to top; <br /> <br />That by the time the aids arrive, <br />I’d’ve eaten half my own alive; <br />Half dead is dragged with clanging bones, <br />From mats of flies a dreadful drone; <br /> <br />And vultures buy time worth the wait, <br />The drooling dogs their mouths agape; <br />Until the motion goes to rest; <br />Upon my carcass hold a feast, <br /> <br />Fiercer than lion, meaner than jaws <br />Sharper than eagle’s raptorial claws <br />Ripping the heart off the hollow of chest <br />Disheveling the rest that they cannot ingest <br /> <br />Racing to sit at the top of the heap <br />To perch on a sill for a primordial feat <br />Greed is the master, hunger the beast; <br />Man is the prime yet man is the least…<br /><br />mifael llauderes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunger-management-2/
