Dished Out

He hungered then So greatly I could hear his stomach Grumble from wanting I fed him... Hearty and heaping Loving spoonfuls Of sweet fruits and golden wine Certain his insatiable appetite Would welcome the feast His soul, long famished Apparent from the dim and dark Of his searching eyes I looked to bring him into sunlit fields For to soak up the Earth's energy Rejuvenate the emptiness of his heart Calm the pains of malnourished joy He ate...and ate...and ate Barely leaving crumbs for me Growing stronger as he filled his plate Over and over again I grew weak, losing the weight of self awareness As the feast reduced to Survival of the fittest