Loneliness Salivating

a boy sits beneath moonless darkness,

perched upon the jagged stump of

fallen oak, staring at the void and

counting rows of blackened crops.

he sees himself in the stalks, standing

frail and forgotten and waiting for

decimated legs just before death and

it will match their hunger when it arrives.

he wonders if they'll pray first, before

savage teeth break to bits the only

remnants of nourishment he has to offer.

or if consumption will overtake with desecration

as all he ever was is shred in hectic frenzy while

their idle talk depicts days of abundance.

and he hopes, that within the silence between

bites one may hear him fading and for

brief moment count bleak beyond the walls

with him in the shadow-stalk sea and

only time will sever the end of his isolation.