The predator stalks her prey
Gut burning, muscles weary tense
For her effort, enough for today
The grazer, standing ever searching
Day upon day under murderous sun
For his effort, enough for the hour
The worker, sitting constricting
Snared in task, indentured to praise
For the effort, enough for a poem.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “France [the 18th Year of these States”)
Life Immense 