Attacking The Eaten

As if there was something left on their bones

We scurried to them

Their piles of bones so crisp and bare

We felt so famished and close to our own death

We were motivated to find one lasting piece

A little chunk of flesh left for us to eat

But nothing was there for us

Just bones and bones and bones and bones

© 2010 David Greg Harth

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