Every Reign Ends

Holes I search the depth of these

Branches I look beyond your leaves

I emerge unrewarded from the seas

Only licked clean bones hang from the eaves

On mountains I stand low with despair

High from the valleys my sights aware

Desolate, not even grass brushed by hare

For none to hunt in a land so bare

I find my mind replaying the past

A time when weapons like guns were vast

As now only casings lay from the blasts

I carve my own spears and poles to cast

There is no pride in the lives I have taken

No sport played, only a hunger awaken

For I must consume to stop the shaking

The madness climbs while the sun’s escaping

With days gone too difficult to track

Starvation settles and clarity slithers back

Skin and muscles tight, skeleton easily cracked

I no longer have will enough to attack

Now I lay in an open field

A single boar has me yield

It hovered over and it squealed

A corpse platter guts out and peeled

I do not wish to spoil the feast

For it is my time to cease

It's resilient, the best of us two beasts

Circle of life, and I am the next piece