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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield


We consume each other
like vegetables.
We eat each other up.
We give the earth no peace.
We are ravenous
to the last pail of sand
on the shore,
and the sky asks,
what has befallen the land?

Why is the sea so quiet?
When did the candles of the cities
wink out?
And nothing answers.
Everything ate everything else,
until there was nothing left.
Everything died satiated,
as if the more we ate
the hungrier we became,
and the only things left
were our empty plates
and clothes.

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