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.