we know how to be hunted we know how to predator
& how to prey & so we pray each night
over the meat rotting like our names we hunt
we thirst we hunger for something
we froth at the mouth for a meaning in the unmeaning
for a name like a dawn no scent of night
a senseless asking but we ask & we ask again
YOU ARE READING
THE TWENTY SECOND YEAR
PoetryAt birth, we are all sentenced to life- to live. Highest Rankings: #4 in poembook #4 in poemcollection © z. t. corley, 2024
