Confined within this desiccant husk
This godforsaken artefact of what once stood
A sutra of isolation and absence

We have become the thrall of famine and drought

The Earth that we once enslaved has fallen

Consumed by our own insatiable starvation

Our focus shifts

To ingest the weak and the inanimate
Those who cannot resist
We turn to our own fragile veins

Drinking deep the arterial libation
Dissecting the lesser among us


Spanning beyond this infinite horizon
Sustenance lies in deficit


Excise the feast locked within the flesh
Death of the weak to feed the strong
We are the scavengers of our own mortality


Isolation


Flocking like vultures to feed on our own skin
Where sustenance lies in deficit
We have become the thrall of absence