Grab it hard
In both mangy fists
Shake from it the moss and
Roots of despair that linger
Take it with whispers and smooth banter
Coo and cajole
But do so quickly
For what remains
Of this journey mission life
You shall have need
Take it in your eyes and
Feed it on
Glistening tears and
Blood soaked laughter
Grin painfully
For the larder is running
Low
By: Daniel Smallegange
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