I have fed the beast and still he screams
In fevered, agonizing dreams
His cries resound without surcease
You cannot fill this endless beast
He hungers, hungers, hungers still
Though every market basket spills
With trifles, desires, colored bright,
His aching need you cannot fight
No food can fill this gaping maw
A cornucopia is but a stall
A smidge, a nosh, a brief repast
Nothing you bring can ever last.
Before the final course is served
(Regardless of whether it’s deserved.)
You plead, you beg,
“Let this be enough!”
He gestures to refill the trough!
For some a feast would not suffice.
The hunger exceeding fields of rice
You cannot nourish, cannot swallow
That some are born with legs so hollow!
So bear your burden, feed the wish
Engorge the bottomless abyss
Stoke the fire, prime the steam
So someday you may once more dream,
There will be a day when no more you’ll run
When every damned last dish is done
When a peace unlike any other descends
And finally! At long last, the hunger expends
And into a coma the beast will crawl
Into his bed at the end of the hall
You’ll weep with relief. The day is won!
For now, you won’t have to feed your son!
…until the morrow…
When, zombie-like, once more he’ll rise.
Devouring you with searching eyes.
Drowning you in his beastly cries.
His howling, eternal demands alight
Burning you with his appetites.