The Feast |
by Jessica Holscher

This life is nothing

More than a war

With every other

Human being

To leave a gouge

On this giant rock

That says,

“I was here.”

But all rocks crumble

And their marks

Disappear.

Despite this knowledge,

I keep trying to

Carve my memory

Even though in the end,

All I am is a maggot feast.