Everything some people have
is not enough.
Insatiable, merciless, their hunger
prowls without respite.
Mouths agape, squawking for
more, they devour
the world whole, spitting
out the bones.
Afterward, when it’s obvious
there’s nothing left,
they suckle and gnaw
at the emptiness,
until it turns them
inside-out.
(c) by Hannah Six
Photo: Per Harald Olsen
Note: I wrote today’s poem in response to the following prompt from poet Kelli Russell Agodon:
“Write a seven-line poem about one of the 7 Sins that only contains seven words in each of the lines.”
“Write a seven-line poem about one of the 7 Sins that only contains seven words in each of the lines.”
