Crunch crunch crunch <br />claws the angry bottom-feeder <br />who in his desperate strides <br />clings to any such life <br />and smothers it up in his jaws <br /> <br />pop-crackle-snap <br />the sound of bones breaking <br />torment from all the pain they feel <br />breaking them into pieces and pieces <br /> <br />Svooomp <br />the bottom-feeder is agile and keen <br />he sees all that we see <br />and then a little bit more, <br />in the darkness where he breathes <br />he is king of shadows <br />and in his foul temper, <br />he will devour all that stands to reason <br /> <br />Upon needles he walks <br />for in the water nothing must move, <br />the ripples will attract him <br />the tears of young hearts breaking hearts <br />oh the joy he reaps from sadness, <br />for this bottom-feeder knows no bounds <br />and he will devour us all until we are <br />unable to be found, <br /> <br />and so we set forth <br />with our hands enfolded and our <br />chests puffed out, <br />to make sense of what we can <br />so when he shows his ugly little head, <br />we can grab him fast, <br />and drag his sorry soul-crunching <br />bone munching self back up to the surface <br />where he will be feasted upon in daylight, <br />that thing he hates the most <br /> <br />and amongst his final moments, <br />we'll face him with the lamentations of no one <br />as he passes on into a place full of far more <br />than just shadows.<br /><br />David Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bottom-feeder/
