So hungry

Ravenous

Constant

Insatiable

Gods save me

It’s never enough

Daily I take

My pound of flesh

Pounds

And pounds

Piles

Heaping tables full

Nubile

Decrepit

All are welcome

At my table

All shall be served

With a side salad

And rosemary for garnish

Oh just thinking of

Imagining the feasts

I salivate

Mouth hung agape

And dripping

I tear into the flank

Of some young thing

The red stains all

But most of all

My soul

What need have I of that

I know where I am headed

When I shuffle of

This sack of flesh

And I will continue

Burning all the while

I will consume

And consume

And consume