Friday, December 16, 2011

The Darkness of Animosity

The shriveled dog sharpens his teeth and nails.
His throat parched, his stomach is famished
The emaciated corpses of others are strewn around him
He stares at another glaring back at him and
they explode, shoot towards each other
Fists flail, teeth snap, jaws crunch
Their thin bodies wrestle
for that last piece of bread; that last necessity of survival
until the other is eliminated from the food chain and dies
in slow, excruciating pain

The candle of hope is extinguished, the light of identity gone
All that remains is the animal

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