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Hunger
Glancing over the edge I think I
see you now. I lie prone where land
comes to a halt, looking down trying to
decipher you in the endless darkness
that is below. You’re the behemoth
under this flat earth everyone knows.
They say you’re fickle, and not robust
over every stretch of land. They also
say you hunt those weak and frail. I
can make out a pile of bones in the left when a traveler from India told me
distance as they gleam and reflect about disappearings back home, which
the sun, an acknowledgment to the apparently according to him point to
latter. However you, I still cannot fully you.
comprehend, coward. There’s word around town that you
You’ve been rampant since God dwell in the farthest of land, at the
put you beneath and you’re clever to edge of the world, somewhere where
not leave your mark where you tread ships fall off the earth and people
as you evade almost every eye. But unknowingly slip into an abyss. So
walls can talk and tales spread, and what better place to pick on rumors,
therefore I know. All I had to do was than where they are born. And so in a
listen, to hear of your exploits in the bar is how I found you. A white-robed
midst of Africa. Your claw marks on dismal old man offered you up if I paid
house walls evident. I heard of your for his drink. He seemed regretful as he
small feat in the desert of Thar, to find spoke, yet what he said carried weight.
thatched roofs broken and straw houses And so I set out.
knocked down. I followed the rumors I see you for the predator you are
to Yemen, to hear of you waging your and admire your perseverance, but all
own war amid the ongoing bloodshed. things succumb to a flaw and I believe I
I followed the rumors to Yemen, have found the chink in your armor. So
to hear of you waging your own war here I stand, ready to confront, ready
amid the ongoing bloodshed. I hadn’t to slay.
