Robert Davidson

 I grew spiritually fat living off the souls of men.

If I saw a soul that was strong
I wounded its pride and devoured its strength.

The shelters of friendship knew my cunning,
For where I could steal a friend I did so.

And wherever I could enlarge my power
By undermining ambition, I did so,
Thus to make smooth my own.

And to triumph over other souls,
Just to assert and prove my superior strength,
Was with me a delight,
The keen exhilaration of soul gymnastics.

Devouring souls, I should have lived forever.

But their undigested remains bred in me a deadly nephritis,
With fear, restlessness, sinking spirits,
Hatred, suspicion, vision disturbed.

I collapsed at last with a shriek.

Remember the acorn;
It does not devour other acorns.

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