Hungry After A Night In Plato’s Cave

Hungry After A Night In Plato’s Cave

The beast rose
from his cave,
with the ashes of his daughters
staining his teeth.

His call sliced through the wilderness,
a promise of cannibalism
for godless systems
on the edges of the frontier.

The earth knotted beneath his steps,
and the dead shook
in their grasshopper-lined coffins.

He shook off bear traps
and buckshot
like a drunk man
shakes off a second chance.

And he marched towards the houses
of man.

And the men in their flimsy houses,
with their fur-less skins
and soft claws,
finally understood the fear
that consumed their ancestors:

The primal terror that only comes
from the awareness
that soon your new home
will be at the bottom of
someone else’s stomach.

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