So He Ate the World

So He Ate the World

So he ate the world-
it had swallowed him whole once,
or had it forgot?

He took it in his hands,
and held it like the broken bird it was.
Then snap-

A broken neck.
An apple core.
A perfect circle.

Chunks of it he swallowed-
rocks and sediment cutting the length of throat.
His own blood a drink of victory.

He crys it: the world.
All it's sorrows he consumed.
Though everyone first thought him selfish.

Selfish for taking everything;
Without asking-
A shame in all eyes.

They came out of his tears,
touched the face of saint,
and cried tears of their own.

They all flooded the icecaps,
that only floated then higher,
deflated the land that held them together.

They did not mind for they live on him;
On his flesh,
That they devour now in fevour.

So, the Man who ate the world
Was eaten,
By those who now found him strong.

Niave as the one, who second,
had them whole,
they live on each other- snapping, eatting.

-Matthew Koutzun