The esurience of man
We want all we see
Our eyes tell it all
Our actions, plain as can be
Water, sky and earth
We plunder for what they're worth
Nary a thought
for replacing what we take -
Voracious, rapacious, edacious are we.
Beware, my fellow man
Of the day
when all this is done
What then, of us will become
This is the thought
That, to my core, frightens me.
Waiting...
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*I* waited
as the days turned to naught
a slant of light
falling on me, taunting me
or was it a caress of love?
9 years ago

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