In the Brush
I myself have gone hungry for more than a day or two. And the energy lost in searching could never be regained in locating. The only way to live in the brush is hand to mouth and then hand to mouth over and over again.
When the cupboard is full
The stomach is bare and the back aches.
When the cupboard is bare however
The stomach is full the back is loose
And movement is free.
Free to race the fools who thought preserving meant something. Free to beat them easily and get first pick of the fruits of winning.
When finally the fools do arrive
You'll be laying down atop your laurels
A devilish grin a stomach full a rested spine.
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