A stampede to rush forward,
yet I'm in retreat
Far horizon greedily
s**s in the keen
Descend down the scale
on drooping stumps
I've wished to shear
Come, the predatory to luckless
Spread-eagled, I am easy meat
A mound for a quarrel,
none more austere
A lebensraum in landfill
I had once pieced (together)
Tail the higher caste and shovel
whatever foulness they excrete
Come, the predatory to luckless Razed to the ground, I am easy meat
Tenderise chunks of a weakling
Claim on bare bones for bleaching
Thousand-yard stares
for the meeting
Apex predator - easy meat