Primordial feed

by vincy

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-07-21 18:07:00

From the oceans deep
into the frying pan  
a rude awakening  
from a deep sleep.  
The predator’s word  
a double-edged sword  
the escapist’s singing  
with a broken chord.  
Hear the serpent whisper
rumours down the ear
there is reason to fear
the end is coming near.
In the time of need  
one persons hunger  
is another’s greed,
there are traces left  
of what was indeed  
a primordial feed
the pillaging and theft  
of the original seed.

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