With Hunger Comes a Somber Head

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