Qoheleth Llauderes Poet Classicism

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…

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Beata Agustin December 17, 2024 at 7:29 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A March 23, 2016 at 12:25 PM Qoheleth Llauderes, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Mohammad Yamin June 25, 2013 at 7:08 PM A brilliant write -how true -how meaningful. Indeed, overeating causes dullness of brain. Very well said. Thanks for visiting my poem The Bloodshed of Myanmar and for your encouraging comments.

Skat A June 21, 2013 at 8:58 AM from the king of the jungle to the man of the house, the food chain is unchangeable .. very good write, enjoyed your write, XOXO SKAT

Mohammad Yamin June 15, 2013 at 2:56 PM An amazing write - a vivid description masterly penned. . Thanks for visiting my poem the Suicide Bomber and your heart-warming comments. I am impressed by your sensibility.