A poem for the insatiable


“hungry to the point of starvation”

Rue the day the oppressor decided


With all his illegal privilege and power

Lifeless and depleted

To turn his hunger out

Left only with the choice to feast on the affections of the



But only because

He already consumed his Power

Overlooking the most sacred Source of all


No affections within himself from which to feed his family and his insatiable soul


He suffers alone and empty

Deafened by his impending death rattle

Calling sooner than expected 

For the Darkness to return Home


Image: Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate, a Second before Waking by Salvadore Dali, 1944

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