#napowrimo2023 #day22 #hungerforme

 

#napowrimo2023

#day22

#hungerforme

Hunger for me

 

Fame is a fickle food,

take a seat,

gaze upon the shifting plate,

gaze upon a starlet weary,

gaze upon a battle field,

each forkful feels so arbitrary.

 

Once seated as guest,

Consume till fit to burst.

Return for seconds, alas

there are slimmer pickings.

Slender forms, cosy up with

myths about calculating cameras.

Take away and keep subtracting

project flickering, hungry ghost.

 

When the battle lost

carrion crows find scant crumbs

little flesh on bones,

starlet wraith inspected,

not making the grade

Caw cawing, wings flapping

they’re off to better eating to

feast on farmer’s plumper corn.