Remaining Rapacious
Inscrutable sorrow for those with a knack;
To swell from the source and come around back.
Remaining rapacious in spite of dire warning,
Alone with indigence, to control without scorning.
Only teeth with a musket that shoots with a snarl;
Conveyed on the trunk of a tree like a gnarl.
Breath takes no effort if used by the fruit flies,
Sputtering backwards beneath harvest moon skies.
Heed not the signs of a troubled dark past;
Mounted with callousness, thinking you’re fast.
