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