Friday, October 21, 2016

The Hungriest Ghost

I like battlefields. I enjoy them. "There is
A deadening nihilism at play here."
No one ever calls nihilism huggy.
A words sneaks in an asymmetry in time
By privileging earlier times over
Later. For whatever reason.  I'm hungry.
Our bands were swept up together for the kill,
Possible only for hunters who themselves
Were hungry and on horseback. I escaped them.
I can't encounter collections of people
Without devouring the nothing that is us.

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