image by Käthe Köllwitz


Makes the predator easy prey.

Drives the fear of death away.

Can make the fierce turn into meek.

Diminish goals in those who seek.

There’s nothing in the poet’s brain,

Disturbed and ill at ease again.

Want and need take off inspired.

The stallion quakes, his drive retired.

No one saves the whales this day.

Narrowly we wind our way.

Calories seem mighty small.

Without them watch the mighty fall.

Wisdom takes a long refrain.

Kings must feast before they reign.

Empty stomach, barren head,

Food for thought means daily bread.


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